Hacker of computers, caretaker of Jane Foster, BFF's with Princes of Asgard and a boss ass bitch with a taser. [[ indie mcu roleplay blog for Darcy Lewis. Secondary blog. ]]
Almost immediately he felt self-conscious and slightly adjusted his posture and features to no longer reflect the depression he indeed did feel.
“I can tell you my name, but the vodka really isn’t necessary — I’m just fine with this,” he murmured, lightly raising the glass half full of whiskey that he hadn’t touched before reaching out a hand. “Name’s Steve, ma’am.”
Darcy gave him a ‘really?’ look before glancing over to the guy that stood behind the bar and gesturing for eight shots. her eyes then set back on him.
’ look, sorry but you look like you might need them and if you don’t, hey, i am not afraid to down eight shots. and darcy’s fine instead of ma’am. not that i’m against 40′s talk because it can be pretty attractive. ‘