thearena | Stop. Hammered time.

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Stop. Hammered time.

Who| Thor and OPEN [feel free to mingle and make your own top levels, I'll hit them all up.]
What| Some sponsors went overboard with the discount gin and their affection for Norse Gods, 622+ bottles of it are set to flow from Thor's locker.
Where| The Lockers, first floor and around the ice rink.
When| First day of the last week.
Warnings/Notes| Heavy drinking, alcoholism, profound confusion.

There's almost an eerie silence settling over the days now. So many have fallen, a great deal of them people he had sought to protect. It's maddening, really, it doesn't make for good conversation between he and Tony as they await their inevitable deaths. An attack, a catastrophe? It could be anything at this rate. With so few people left, it's almost too easy to navigate the great span of the mall without seeing anyone, it reminds Thor that he ought to check his locker. Perhaps, finally, there will be something of interest. If sponsors are kind, they will send him mead of some form to tide him over, he can expect as much with so many friends on the other side.

Music from the animatronics can be heard, but it means nothing to Thor. The cheesy rap does little to inspire feeling in him, he couldn't imagine it would ever be related to him for a few throwaway lines. He approaches the locker with a suspicious glance around, nodding at Tony to follow along as he rests his hand on the handle.

Stop.

If only he'd heeded the music, but he's opening the door wide.

Hammer time.

Bottles begin to spill out of the locker as if they'd been waiting eagerly to escape their confines. A few crack open on the ground and Thor needs to step to the side, giving Tony a shove away as he does. The two need to jog around a wall and cringe at the cacophony of bottles pouring out of the little space. It seems almost like an enchantment. There are hundreds and hundreds of bottles just spilling out with no signs of stopping. Thor peers around the wall with furrowed brows, unsure whether to look angry or amused. He can only shrug at Tony, blaming it on popularity.

Once it seems safe to approach, he'll wander back and fish through the bottles, finding notes from Loki and Darcy that are just a little damp with the spilled ale. His heart warms as he stares at the pile that still seems to grow by a few bottles every so often. He shouldn't. They're here with purpose. With honor. But he's tired and he's lonely and he's frustrated. To refuse drink on such an occasion would be contrary to his beliefs, and he has no intention of seeing these games through to the end. If his friends desire that he drink, then drink he shall.

A grin is forming on his lips when he turns to Tony and he raises a brow at the smaller man, crouching to lift two bottles of drink from the floor.

"Shall we?"

They shall indeed. They work their way through what seems like barely any of the drink before they're stumbling somewhat. Thor decides it would be best to linger with their stash so as to protect it, but on occasion loud protests of hunger will echo through the hall. Thor ditches his shirt early on and is more companionable than anyone will have ever seen him be with Tony Stark, an arm is thrown round the man as they indulge in a chorus of "One thousand and nineasaguhduh bottles of gin on the floor." Primarily because they continue to forget how much is still there, not that they ever knew in the first place. The locker room is pretty much overstuffed with the bottles, many of which broke on impact. It's quite a sight to see.

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Since they had make a hard decision with Bucky that Thor ultimately had to carry out. Statues had been more talkative than Tony, as he had all but caved in on himself leaving only a broody exterior shadowing Thor wherever he went. The whole time thinking about how he was just nothing without his suit or materials to build with.

For a man with more complexes than the New York housing commision, it wasn't really something he needed to have in his head.

So as Thor decided to head to the lockers to see if anything had cropped up. Tony had followed, and it was the shove away from the locker along with the bottles of gin pouring out of the looker at a strangely alarming rate and number that brought him more back to himself. Moving quickly with Thor to get out of the way of the clattering madness, his mind ticking with every smash and clank. It annoyed him that he had lost count at around two hundred, but his annoyance was at war with his curiosity as to what was going through anyone's heads to think Thor needed over fifty gallons of gin.

As they move back, Tony pays no mind to Thor as he looks at his notes as Tony picks up one of the bottles and reads what's on the label. Yup, all the hallmarks of a cheap booze. So when Thor grins at him with two bottles in his hands, Tony grins back at him and wastes no time in opening up the bottle. With everything that had happened Tony hadn't had a drink for at least a week before tributes had been taken on suspicion of murder. And while he knows that he should probably be kinder to his liver. With everything that happened he can't bring himself to care.

"It would be rude not to, don't you think?"

He says as he takes the bottle in his mouth and downs a solid third of it before taking a breath.

As Thor ditches his shirt, Tony doesn't. As drunk as he is, he's still very much aware of his chest and doesn't want Thor or the cameras to see it more than they have to. so instead he declares that if Thor's going to shed so will he, so he kicks off his shoes and socks instead, finding the choice far funnier than it is. But he has at least made sure that it's not Thor's job to get the bottles because cutting your feet on gin bottles is one hell of an extreme way to get alcohol into your system.

As they sing about the bottles on the floor it's less what Tony would call singing and more just semi-harmonic warbling. He's even glad for Thor's arm around him, because then it hides the fact that he's leaning into the taller man. Because so far, he's been matching him bottle for bottle and feeling the happiest he has ever felt for a very very long time.

Then at one point in the middle of the song Tony abruptly shops and loudly, and sloppily pronounces "SHHHHHHHHHHHH!" He puts his hand holding the bottle into the air, his index finger pointing out, looking the picture of seriousness when he turns to Thor.

"We have to be quiet." He nods as he talks. "Or. People will hear us." He nods again with finality, he's quiet for a beat before bursting out laughing at his own declaration.

The last thing Thor expected of this Arena was a bonding session with Tony of all people. Or a bonding session at all. Or for Tony to have made it so far. Perhaps his harsh words had been heeded, but it's more than likely coincidence. All that matters is that Tony is here, booze is here and the addition of it proves for an easy conversation between them if you disregard the slurs.

Thor falls silent when Tony does, the logical part of his brain rousing enough for a careful stare around to figure out what Tony is referring to. His heart and breathing feel as if they've stopped for a second when Tony speaks, like he has made a grievous mistake until he realises that it's clearly all a joke and let's out a low rumble of a chuckle as well.

"YOU are loud. I am not." He declares with an accusatory look. "You will make a fool of yourself, Stark. People already hear us." He points vaguely upward to where he assumes a camera is. "Up there."

"I'm loud? You. You were wearing a bright red cape when we first met. That's loud." He chuckles, clearly unbothered by the look he was given. In fact, he just pleasantly pats Thor's chest, in his own way of saying 'Oh Thor, really you are silly.' before waving a hand dismissively. Though when he does speak again it's not nearly as loud.

"It's not making a fool of anything. I'm just. Transferring my reputation from home to here. It was in my book so it's not like they didn't know I would do this."

Then he swirls the bottle before taking another gulp from it.

The effects of the water have finally worked themselves out of Carlos's system. The water he had left for Cecil helped. Carlos didn't know how long he had before the tiny supply ran out and he was doomed to dehydration or another dose of the laced water, but he intended to make it last as long as possible.

He has come here looking for Thor. Carlos needs to thank Thor for protecting him all last week. It's fairly easy to move around the arena now that it's nearly empty -- truthfully, this is the furthest Carlos has ever gotten in the Hunger Games, and the quiet is eerie. Well, it would be eerier if it weren't for the music, but Carlos ignores it.

The overpowering smell of gin is what catches Carlos's attention. He sniffs the air and frowns, turning his face this way and that. The roomba at his feet bumps gently into his heels, then rolls a few inches in the direction of the smell.

"Someone's that way? Are you sure?"

Another few inches towards the lockers.

Carlos grips his paintball gun and follows the roomba, ready to defend himself or bolt, but not ready for what he actually sees.

"...Thor?" he asks, staring wide-eyed down at the roomful of gin. "Thor, are -- are you okay?" A beat. "Have you been drinking?"

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The arena is near it's end. The mall has been made motherfucking quiet. He tried carrying Terezi off, after finding her poisoned on the third floor, but in a matter of time, he felt her leave him.

He kept carrying her anyway.

He doesn't want to bother anymore. He's not going to win. There's no one left. He wonders what they'll do to kill him off if there ain't no one left.

He finds first, the smell, then the voices, sometimes even making it over the music, which if he's not mistaken...

The lyrics reach his ears and for a second he swells with fury. And then it dies as quickly as it came leaving him to simply decide, no, he's motherfucking done with this shit. Maybe it's suicidal, but he's going for it, he's heading to the sorce or the voices. With Terezi's corpse still slumped on his back, and her arms dangling loose over his shoulders, he blinks at what he finds. There is a question clear on his face, even if he can't speak it. What in Messiahs's names...

Well this is a surreal experience. He hadn't quite believed his eyes when he'd happened upon Thor and Tony with all of the booze. Of everything that's happened this arena, it's the strangest and most beautiful things he's ever seen. After everything that's happened to him this arena, though, the booze is far more appealing than he could have imagined it would be. He's not an alcoholic by any means, not like Rose, but there are sometimes when you just need to get your drink on and this is one of them.

He doesn't really even ask when he grabs a bottle, he just kind of moseys over and takes one like he's been there the entire time and it's natural. The alcohol burns in the best way, like it's just sort of burning away all the shit and bitterness. It's not all gone, but by the time he has a few he's feeling in better spirits than he has for a while. Probably since before Dave kicked the bucket.

Somewhere along the way, he also loses his shirt and it's probably because he felt left out of the no-shirt party with Thor. Because when Thor loses his shirt, you fuckin' lose yours too.

If you happen upon him, you might either find him with the packet of balloons he's happened upon, where he's drunkenly blowing them up and making balloon animals with them- or rather, balloon dicks. OR, you might catch him leaning against a wall and waving his bottle drunkenly around out of tune with with "One thousand and nineasaguhduh bottles of gin on the floor" as he quietly slurs along to it.

The state Carlos was in had been a great cause for concern, Bucky had died in a similar state and Thor had worried Carlos would meet the same fate. He'd seemed stable enough when Thor had been forced to depart in search of Tony, but there was the worry that it would be the last time they'd see each other this Arena if he took a turn for the worst.

His hiding place has done him well so far, who would have known that the sound of 600 bottles of gin escaping a locker would be discreet enough to earn Tony and Thor some privacy? They really needed the time to unwind, talk and get.. really damn drunk, apparently.

Thor lights up the moment Carlos speaks, pushing himself up to stand with a surprising amount of grace. He's exuberant, but he isn't about ready to start stumbling around. "Carlos!" He exclaims in return. "I thought you dead." And he says that plainly with a big damn smile on his face before approaching with open arms and dismissing the question.

"There is nothing quiet about a battle in place of introduction." He says that almost fondly as he reflects on their first fight. He had been irritated by Tony and continues to be, but he had also been impressed with what he was up against.

"We give the people what they want, no? They send us drink, we drink. They have us fight, we fight." He becomes a little solemn for a moment before a small smile finds it's way back on his lips. "I can think of no greater form of protest than taking the chance to make amends." He jostles Tony's shoulder ever so slightly. "You are not so bad as I thought you. But it is difficult to say." He definitely needs to punctuate that with another drink.

Carlos stares, clearly confused

"No," he says as Thor approaches, "no, I'm not dead. I was pretty alive when you left, actually. I wanted to say thank you, because if you hadn't come along when you did, I probably wouldn't be alive right now."

Good Goddard, Thor really is drunk. Is Thor going to hug him again? Because that's what it looks like. Carlos wonders if this will be what kills him: if Thor forgets his own strength, he could likely snap Carlos's spine.

"But really, how much of this gin have you had?"

After having seen Initiate a little bruised and battered from the effects of the explosion, Thor thinks of him from time to time. He does wonder how he or any of the avoxes fair in a place like this, given how quickly he had lost Starkiller, but he has hope for them.

Thor hops up the moment Initiate's familiar face rounds the corner. He's a little wobbly on his feet now, all shirtless and smiling far too much considering where he is. His eyes fall to Terezi's limp arms so he thinks perhaps he ought not to move in for a hug, so he just hovers in front of him.

"I had hoped to see you again, my friend." He gives him a warm smile, but drunkenness makes it hard to be tactful and his eyes keep drifting toward Terezi curiously. "I think you ought to wake her."

By this point, Thor doesn't even expect people to ask. There's well over two hundred bottles, not that he'd know, he keeps losing count whenever he tries. Of course, it doesn't help that his tally keeps changing every time he passes someone a bottle or polishes one of himself.

He is in great spirits, ironically, what with being surrounded by spirits known as alcohol. He feels like he has so much less to lose and no reason to deny the pleasure of drinking when it has been presented to him so readily.

Somehow, between two encounters, Thor has become quite fond of Bro. He happily lurches toward him to lean against the wall with him and smile knowingly at him, moving to loop an arm around his shoulders. "You are a strange man." He observes, pretty much out of nowhere. "Are you from Midgard? I never thought to ask."

"So much can happen between then and now." He says in a low voice, almost a whisper as he closes the distance between them and wraps his arms tightly around him in silence before he realises something. "..Now and then, rather."

He chuckles to himself, but true to form he doesn't hug as aggressively as Carlos expects. It's probably strangely gentle, he's even bringing a hand up to give his back a rub. Your spine is in good hands.

"Not enough, I should think." He says that a little too loudly. "A bottle or so, perhaps."

Thor greets him as an eager thing. All happy to see him. It surprises the Initiate, but not enough so to pierce the confusion. It becomes clear that strange things are about and these bottles must have something to do with the fact Thor is wobbling and shirtless. Probably. Though the reason of all this is lost.

He's almost going to smile back. Almost. Until Thor points out Terezi. His face falls and he shakes his head. He's got her legs on through his arms, holding her up, so he can't very well mime that she is but a corpse.

He can look people in the eyes now-- a miracle-- and so tries to communicate that way.

...well, all right. This isn't as bad as he --

-- wait.

Carlos blinks. His eyes widen behind his glasses, and oh, no. He steps away -- not quick enough to be suspicious, but with an embarrassed little cough. His face is too warm behind his glasses, and he's quick to change the subject.

"You -- you drank a whole bottle of gin? By yourself?"

He hopes to god Thor doesn't notice the awkwardness, or just chalks it up to the regular awkward Carlos had most of the time. Carlos knows he might be reading too much into things -- honestly, he hopes he is -- but now isn't the time to be getting uncomfortably intimate hugs from dreamboat gods. Cecil just died, for crying out loud.

Bro almost doesn't notice Thor coming over to sit next to him- almost. He notices last second, and gives him a crooked smile and a thumbs up as the god sits down next to him. It's strange how you can go from flirting with somebody to feeling like best bros in the course of one arena, but such is the way of the arena. It has a lot to do with a mutual understanding of each other and having little brothers to look out for. He can't help but feel a strong companionship forming between the two of them, and it's just fuckin' nice.

He leans against Thor a little heavily as the man's arm goes around him, meant to be a nudge that kinda just turned into falling against him. it's the booze, honestly. A second or two later, he sits up straighter, cringing as his ass rubs against the floor. He's still wounded from the gunshot clipping him, but he's patched up under his pants, it just fucking stings.

"'m I really?" he asks, clearing his throat a little and trying not to slur- but he's had a lot, it's a little hard not to at this point. "Gonna consider it a compliment." Because if Thor calls you strange, it's probably a compliment. "Midgard?" It takes him a second to realize what's being ask, his brain isn't firing at full capacity. "Earth? Yessir, that's where I'm from. You're from, uh... Oh, what was it? Shit. Ass guard?" He's teasing, if the way he elbows Thor in the side is any indication.

"Does make it hard to forget who you just met." Tony says sounding almost like he's reflecting on how they met.

He chuckles when Thor jostles him, grinning even more when Thor says Tony isn't as bad as he thought.

"You. On the other hand are still what I thought you were." He takes a long drink from his bottle before hugging it to his chest. "But now I actually like it. So." He raises the bottle up high the liquor dangerously sloshing about. "To perception!" Then he works on emptying the bottle.

It has a great deal to do with his enthusiasm, but he's genuinely glad to see Initiate. He is a fun sort of fellow, mostly, it would be most good to lift his spirits. He ought to give him a drink, he thinks, but he feels like this needs to be addressed.

He reaches out to place a hand on Initiate's arm, giving it a comforting squeeze and staring deep into his eyes. Thor has very intense eyes, Initiate will quickly learn this.

"We will give her a warrior's send off." He nods, moving to press the bottle of gin into Initate's hand. "We shall place her on a boat in a body of water and set her aflame with an arrow."

Right now, Thor is equating it all to Carlos being Carlos. All that's apparent to him is the fact that this hug is enjoyable and he enjoys being around his friend greatly. It isn't uncomfortably intimate, just a good, old-fashioned cuddle with a fellow warrior.

But then Carlos asks that question and Thor reels back, placing a hand over the scientists mouth so he can shoosh him loudly and frantically. As if he has something to be afraid of here.

"They will hear you." Who? Nobody knows. He drops his hand finally, but he raises a finger to his lips. "Hundreds of bottles, they sent. I think they intend for me to drink them all." He looks very serious for a moment. "And I shall."

Brothers, Thor thinks, will always have a lot in common. Particularly ones of an elder variety and particularly when their little brothers have initiated some sort of dalliance together. Thor could only assume it meant they were similar, but he'd not yet had a chance to encounter the supposedly pretty, prudish boy who wouldn't frick-frack with Loki. If he was anything like Bro, he was endearingly odd and a good man, and that was alright with Thor.

His heart is still warmed from the earnest compliments Bro had paid him in their last encounter. He already considers him to be a friend, but now he is a very good friend because they are drunk. Such is his logic right now.

"Aye, Midgard. Earth. I'm fond of it, myself." He says, like it's a kind of cake or something. "ASGARD, yes. My homeland- but I reside in Midgard, actually." He points knowingly at Bro before giving him a confused look. "Why do you shift so? Are you uncomfortable?"

"I had a feeling you'd come around." He says like he wasn't at least doing 50% of the bickering and rivaling with the shorter man. This is definitely the most simpatico they've been, and it's relaxing, it feels as if a lot of tension has left the room.

"Perception!" He calls out, bringing his bottle to his lips for a long drink before he leans back for a small moment of thought and silence. "I had not thought we would see this through together for so long." It isn't meant to be an insult, just an honest observation given everything they've been through.

Yes, well, Carlos isn't a warrior, he's a scientist, and in his newfangled world, he isn't used to people being quite this affectionate. His face is still a little red.

"...you can't drink all of this. It's scientifically impossible." It's said as though that settled it. A beat. "Also very inadvisable, considering how small the supply of drinkable water is. You're going to get very dehydrated."

He's worried about you, okay.

The Initiate can't say he's prepared for that much intensity. He's only just managed to meet others' eyes.

But before he can really be allowed to look away, Thor tells him that they're going to motherfucking set her corpse on fire, in a boat, with arrows.

The drink is pressed into his hand and he stands there blinking. He... what? How the motherfuck are they going to give her a warrior's send off if she's already being dead?

Actually, on second thought, fuck it. He had a drink in his hand and he didn't have any better things to do.

Bro feels the exact same way. They had been friends before this, but the booze just makes Thor feel like an even better friend. A best friend, in fact. Or a best bro. Either way, alcohol is good at knocking away barriers and inhibitions. Bro would feel a little awkward still about the little pep talk he gave Thor, but as it is he isn't even really thinking about it, nor does he feel awkward. Feelings are easier when you've had a few two many drinks.

"You better be," he says, like Midgard is completely hot shit and he should absolutely be fond of it. It's the best not!cake. When Thor loudly corrects him, it just makes him want to keep saying ass guard, but then Thor is looking at him like that.

"Wh-" Oh, he realizes he must have cringed or something. "Oh, have you not heard about my butt problems?" he slurs, letting out an exasperated sigh. "Everyone on TV by now knows about my butt problems, how great's that? Fuckin' great." He pulls himself away from Thor and stands up a little, bent over so that his butt is facing Thor. He gestures wildly at it. "I got shot. In the butt." It's an overstatement, the bullet grazed him and it's only a surface wound. There's a lump under his pants where the bandages are. "Ain't that fuckin' awe-"

He'd been about to sit back down as he spoke, but he loses his footing and ends up falling backwards- right into Thor's lap. "Fuck me," he all but squeaks out, as his butt is jarred by Thor's meaty lap and pain shoots through his butt.

"I think the lack of giant spiders helped. The lack of spiders really makes this place survivable."

Sure Tony had only had one interaction with the spiders, and with Thor and Steve regaining their powers halfway through the fight, leaving Tony to feel even less on even footing with them than he already was had really made the situation stick out in his mind as an awful situation.

"Also. The plush us' looked like they were cheering us on."

He offers in a sincere tone.

Everyone here is a warrior to Thor, even if it's just by default. Well. Except for the people he hates. They're bastards, not warriors.

"Is it?" He pills a quizzical expression, but looks briefly enlightened. "Mmh, but the Arena draws ever closer to an end. Why not spend the rest of it in the comfortable embrace of drunkenness?" He tries to edge Carlos toward the booze pile while he speaks. "Come, Carlos. Drink with me."

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