smartass_captain

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Part of Thor knows that he doesn't need to be drinking so much. That he shouldn't be drinking so much. But why not, when it's here? This is a party, isn't it? It's not like he's drinking to forget, he's drinking to celebrate. That's totally different.

...right?

He grins at the young groom, accepting the glass with an appreciative nod and a careful swig. Liquor like this is meant to be experienced, not just slammed down as quickly as possible, though his fingers itch to do just that and then pour himself another. Besides, it'd be rude not to match his host shot for shot, wouldn't it?

It should probably alarm him that his senses dull so quickly as the game progresses. The lights seem brighter, the jokes funnier, his concern for the amount he's betting becoming less and less as he knocks back whiskey and plays his cards. But he can't help but grab onto the good feeling while it lasts, free of the weightier thoughts and relentless apathy that he's struggled with for so long. He's having fun, and that alone is enough to make him check his caution at the door.