rely a bit too heavily on alcohol and irony

[reid_in_peril]

Characters: Tony Stark, Spencer Reid
Rating: PG-13
Time Period: Modern
Location: Bar
Relative Date: Soon after Tony finds out Gwen's pregnant, and the day after Reid adventures with Morgana
Status: PM to join Finished!

Hardly two minutes after he'd received Tony's message, Reid reached the bar. Since his adventure with Morgana he'd done little but read

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[titaniumalloy]

Tony hadn't needed to employ his backpack for some time but he had it now

[reid_in_peril]

"Tony!" Reid stopped pouring and raised the half glass of sambuca in greeting. He wasn't looking particularly well-rested himself, and his smile was hard-edged and perhaps a bit desperate. "Logs can be dangerous, you know," Reid said sarcastically, referring to the cut.

He took the offered bottle gratefully; sambuca was nice, but scotch would do just as well. Taste wasn't really the point.

"To.. pregnant married women," Reid echoed with some confusion, but he gamely finished off the sambuca. He eyed Tony worriedly. His friend wasn't looking too great, to be honest. And the toast seemed to indicate something more than just the werewolf thing (oh, just the werewolf thing, his mind parroted mockingly). Something was telling him he was going to want to be a bit more drunk before having this conversation.

"Probably not as bad as yours," he evaded, working on opening the bottle. "How does being a werewolf feel?"

[titaniumalloy]

"Well, it's good to see you were injured in the process of a significant Canadian cultural event." His voice was edged with bitterness despite his jovial comment.

He was already well into the main body of the bottle. He snorted. "How does it feel?" A damn sight better than maybe being... never mind. Tell me about this vicious flesh-eating log." He drank still more and gave another little snort, his head slowly sinking lower.

The he fell silent and sat still for several moments before saying,
"You know, I think I might try being gay. Far less trouble."

[reid_in_peril]

Reid took a swig of the whiskey with a bit more caution than Tony. He really didn't want to end the night with two of them puking and miserable. Only a third of the bottle, he promised himself, hoping he wouldn't break this one as well.

He had a feeling he'd want to be sitting down quite soon, so he did, sinking into a pristine plush chair that would probably be quite stained by whiskey by the end of the night.

He took in Tony's words, which combined with the toast meant... "Is this about Gwen?" he ventured carefully. Reid had noticed her ring, and he'd suspected she and Tony had had a- thing- going on, but he hadn't known she was pregnant! He took another long drink; the idea was just- strange. Unsettling. Like when he'd found out JJ was pregnant back home.