[ the laugh that echoes out betrays the tease her statement is meant to be. daisy hasn't typically enjoyed sparring, she's never really enjoyed exercising much at all, but she's learned how to have fun every so often. occasionally. when not being forced to do it. ]
I'll spar with you if you want. But you have to come to dinner after. [ she shrugs a bit, mock-helplessly, and tilts her glass in the direction of her bedroom. ] House rules.
You drive a hard bargain, but I'll accept those terms. [ A part of him really, really doesn't want to accept. He knows there will be other people at dinner because Daisy has made herself a makeshift family here. Steve can't think of anything more terrifying than making more connections; the more people he cares about, the more he has to lose. Again.
But maybe if he keeps pushing himself out of his lonesome little comfort zone, it will start to get easier. He's never been one to let fear keep him down. ]
Can I top you off? [ He reaches for the bottle and tilts the nose of it toward her glass. ]
[ she holds out her glass for a fill. maybe she'll get wild, have it straight. she's feeling a little warm all over, what could it hurt? ]
So are you usually a straight vodka kinda guy? I dunno, I guess I always pictured the stars and stripes as being a whiskey on the rocks thing. Or, huh, shitty Bud Light.
Oh, I am, but I know how hard shitty Bud Light is to come by these days and I'd hate to put you out. [ He's joking, of course, but actually? Bud Light isn't his least favorite. It's about the closest he can get to drinking water while everyone else is drinking beer without actually drinking water while everyone else is drinking beer.
He pours until her glass is about half full, leaving some space for juice if she wants a very strong mixed drink, and tops off his own. ]
I actually got into the habit because of Natasha. I always thought it was a stereotype that Russians took vodka so seriously, but I guess I don't have to tell you how wrong that was.
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[ the laugh that echoes out betrays the tease her statement is meant to be. daisy hasn't typically enjoyed sparring, she's never really enjoyed exercising much at all, but she's learned how to have fun every so often. occasionally. when not being forced to do it. ]
I'll spar with you if you want. But you have to come to dinner after. [ she shrugs a bit, mock-helplessly, and tilts her glass in the direction of her bedroom. ] House rules.
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But maybe if he keeps pushing himself out of his lonesome little comfort zone, it will start to get easier. He's never been one to let fear keep him down. ]
Can I top you off? [ He reaches for the bottle and tilts the nose of it toward her glass. ]
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[ she holds out her glass for a fill. maybe she'll get wild, have it straight. she's feeling a little warm all over, what could it hurt? ]
So are you usually a straight vodka kinda guy? I dunno, I guess I always pictured the stars and stripes as being a whiskey on the rocks thing. Or, huh, shitty Bud Light.
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He pours until her glass is about half full, leaving some space for juice if she wants a very strong mixed drink, and tops off his own. ]
I actually got into the habit because of Natasha. I always thought it was a stereotype that Russians took vodka so seriously, but I guess I don't have to tell you how wrong that was.
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He takes everything seriously. Especially chess. I swear, I'm gonna pay somebody one day just to beat him at chess to watch him sulk.