The Drunken Unicorn, Wednesday Evening

[longislandiceme]

So summer was just about drawing to a close, and that meant that soon even those recent graduates who'd stayed behind on the island for the summer would be headed off. Naturally, this meant one last sort of hurrah needed to be had: in the form of getting really, incredibly drunk, of course

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[not_a_parakeet]

Warren was maybe still a bit iffy about leaving Karla on her own, but he couldn't deny that there probably wouldn't be a chance to do this again with all the guys, at least not in the near future. And besides, on Fandom, she was definitely in good hands.

He was just going to drink more to make up for that. Because that could in no way end poorly at all.

"Pretty sure this stuff actually tastes better if you get the atomic hot wings," he shared. "But that could just be because half of my tastebuds have been seared off."

They'd grow back.

[hoorayimrich]

"You have no idea what bad alcohol is," Tony replied, sipping at his drink leisurely. "I had Chinese moonshine that I think could have doubled as jet fuel. In fact, I think I tried to buy the recipe for it to market as that. That night was a little... hazy."

[longislandiceme]

Bobby snickered into his drink. "You would," he declared. "One'f my buddies at home had a still in his lab for a while. It... didn't end well."

[hoorayimrich]

"I can't blow up another set of armor," Tony informed him. "Those are expensive."

And he went through them like tissue paper.

[longislandiceme]

"Cause that's stopped you so far," Bobby snorted into his drink, watching with amusement as the end result was bubbles.

[hoorayimrich]

" Those were for very good reasons!"

[longislandiceme]

"Well no one's saying you need to start breaking 'em for bad reasons." Bobby pointed out. Perfectly reasonably, he thought.

[hoorayimrich]

"Like brewing moonshine." Tony was onto you, Bobby.

[longislandiceme]

"One, moonshine is not a bad reason. Two, you can seriously use the suit for that?"

[hoorayimrich]

"I'm Tony Stark." That totally worked as an answer, Bobby.

[not_a_parakeet]

"Is hazy the word for it? From the sound of it, you're lucky you're not blind," Warren laughed, shaking his head a little and poking at another chicken wing with one claw. "Have you tried these things yet, Tony? I want to say they'll put hair on your chest, but I'm getting the impression that they're more likely to make any hair that might be there just up and sizzle off again."

Said the guy with virtually no body hair. Thanks for that, X-gene.

[hoorayimrich]

"Hair might be a fun switch up," Tony replied with a grin, reaching over to steal one. "I am taking you to China with me next time I go. There's this place that fries everything in pepper oil."

Say goodbye to those taste buds permanently, Warren.

[not_a_parakeet]

"That's a thing? That's a real, actual thing?"

Warren needed this in his life. He was deciding, here and now, that this needed to be in his life.

[hoorayimrich]

"I cleared out my sinuses for, like, life there."

DO IT, RICH BOYS. DO IIIIIT.

[not_a_parakeet]

"When are you going to China next?"

BECAUSE HE NEEDED TO DO THIS. FOR REASONS.

[hoorayimrich]

"Uh--" Tony glanced away, taking a sip of vodka. "--whenever I can get away from school again."