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That's right motherfucker, pine sol is classy.

[And so is he, all but snuggling into Norths' side and all. He could do worse than snuggling up to North anyway, everyone seems to take their turn with the older freelancer as days get longer and missions get more tense. York doesn't question it. He just takes hte invitation as it's given, nuzzling into whatever skin he finds while waiting for the next glowing shot.

He raps the bar again. What the hell will one more set hurt? He's got North joking, blushing, and all warm and sexy next to him. Why not keep the good time rolling?]

Don't worry. i told the bartender it was all on Reggie's tab. As long as we bail before he does, w're good.

.. You're drunk.

[ an arm slides around the other man's back and holds him right where he is, uncaring as to what everyone else in the place might think of seeing them all but hanging on each other at this point. north very well could care less – he feels great, like a load has been lifted from his shoulders and he's able to enjoy himself with a night out with his friends, and given that he's got one adorable infiltration specialist all but curled up against him, things really could be worse.

and not that he isn't normally physically affectionate, but the way he has that arm curled around york right now is beyond what it otherwise would be – just shy of possessive in the way his hand rests at a hip, his own body turned toward the other man's as though he were the only human being in the place and deserved every single ounce of his attention.

he clears his throat – one more, just one more – and he's finished, though his eyes seem to brighten the slightest bit at that little bit of information, and he's pausing even as his third ( and final ) shot is set down in front of him. ]

And you're a genius. Doesn't surprise me that you'd pull the tab off on someone else, but .. still. Here's to a job well done, Agent York.

[ aaand down the hatch it goes, still burning as sweetly as the first. ]

I am drunk.

[He responds with a grin, wide and bright and easy as anything. Life is good right now, man. He's intoxicated and in the company of friends. Hell, it's safe enough for him to be drunk and that? That is what has him so goddamn happy. That for right now they can have this. That and North's got an arm around him and apparently he's a snuggly drunk which is something he hadn't known in the slightest. Another point is that, hey, North is DRUNK.

This never happens.

Drunk York instantly sets about sorting out how to make this the most mindblowing night possible for North because, hell, those always start when you're drunk. What the fuck is step two again? He snorts out a laugh and leans into the taller man. later. He can figure out step two later. Right now he just slams back that last glowing shot and flips it over, sliding the shotglass around the surface of the bar.]

Hey, I always have a plan B. And a plan C. If Reggie leaves before we do, we can pawn it off on Wash. That kid doesn't ever spend any of his pay, he's good for it.

[Oh. Wait. Wash. THAT is step two. It's not supposed to happen tonight, though, but the equipment is all set up above the dance floor and he's drunkenly leaning, peering at the switches set at the nozzles that'd spray down fragrant, soap free foam on the dance floor.]

I bet I could make that shot.

Just .. making sure you were aware of it. [ evan what.

you're drunk, too.

that grin has one of his own coming, though; broad and genuine, it spreads across the line of his mouth like wildfire, an all-encompassing thing that he couldn't have helped even if he'd bothered with it in the first place. it's a nice little secret that yes, north dakota is a cuddly, affectionate drunk – a fact which no one else in the project would have even known if he hadn't opted to come out with the boys tonight. but as long as york isn't shoving him away, isn't telling him to get ahold of himself and sober up or what-have-you, there's no real harm in it, right?

of course not.

he's chuckling, going along with the flow of conversation as easily as he's ever done anything in his life, and once he sees the other man eying those nozzles, a switch flips in the back of his mind that has since been – and forever shall be – attuned to the notion of his friend doing something immeasurably ridiculous.

north licks his lips, a single eyebrow slightly raised. ]

Don't you even.

I am so damn aware, you don't even know!

[Enough that he's laughing, he's leaning, even a little more than he probably has to in order to line up the shot and start patting himself down for some kind of projectiles. He's got backup by way of North and the others, even if Reggie is off trying to pick girls up by way of mustache rides and Maine is busy bench pressing a goddamn pool table with people sitting on it and Wash is...surprisingly sober, off in a corner, chatting with someone sweet looking.

Well good on him.

York lets his head fall back against North's shoulder as he finally finds a rubber band, perfect for pitching long distance distractions, and he takes a pit of an olive. Should be more than enough.]

If I make it, you have to dance with me.

[ he's made a terrible mistake. he's had entirely too much to drink and things are about to take a horrible turn for the unimaginable and dear sweet jesus in heaven above let him get out of this alive.

and so maybe he's been hanging around the other man a little too much if he's taking to that level of dramatics, but he's also very drunk and that level of dramatics makes sense to him right now.

… wait. wash is talking to someone? well. maybe the night isn't a total loss, after all.

york's head is on his shoulder and north himself is following the proposed line of trajectory for that olive pit, and he's weighing the outcome. well … a dance wouldn't be so bad, would it?

he hums thoughtfully. ]

And what if you don't?

Doesn't matter, I'm gonna make the shot.

[Because how could he not? It's simple enough of one from here. All he has to do is lean, adjust, let North take the bulk of his weight as he pulls the pit back and gauges the distance, the force he'll need.

Still.

Under his breath he murmurs just before he lets the pit fly.]

If I miss I gotta kiss you.

[And then it's airborne.]

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