bonding

[sciencesaggressively]

A jaeger pilot and a leading K-scientist walk into a bar... and Newt doesn't know how this joke ends because he's already three shots and two beers deep with Chuck at a place he's already forgotten the name of, and they're both shouting things at each other, competing to be heard over whatever awful music is playing overhead. It had started out a little rough because what could they possibly have had to talk about other than, well, world destruction. But it turns out that it's not an exhaustive topic.

Newt leans in and pokes Chuck's shoulder, dangerously close to spilling his beer all over himself. "We did it, y'know," he reminds him for the fourth time, except now with a little more of a slur, "we saved th'world. S'like... if you didn't like, die or whatever, and I didn't fuck m'self up with the awesome kaiju drifting, world be prob'ly be, y'know." He slams his free hand onto the bartop. "It'd be gone." He shouts it this time. "I'm a rock star! We saved the world!"

Newt gestures to the bartender for two more shots and hopes that Chuck doesn't have any other plans for the night. He needs this. Newt suspects that maybe they both do, even if it means that he'll be spending tomorrow morning getting intimate with his toilet seat.

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[hadtheshot]

"At least you have someone to fucking call in the first place," Chuck says, the bitterness in his voice utterly unrestrained. With his adrenaline having waned, he's taking to this even worse than he was already, which is saying something. He didn't even really start the fight to begin with. None of this seems the least bit fair, and he thinks these cops have got to have something against them for not being from Darrow, just like the guys in the bar must have, which is utterly ridiculous. They didn't ask to be here, can't help that they are.

They can't help this now, either. Though it's sorely tempting to shout an obscenity after the cop, he just manages to bite it back, having sobered up just enough to suspect that it would only make this worse. If they have to sit around here much longer, though, he doubts he'll still care. "Christ. They better have gone back for those other guys."

[sciencesaggressively]

What Chuck says keeps Newt quiet for at least three and a half minutes as he peers through the bars of their cell because they're in the same boat in this godforsaken place. He hadn't had many friends back at the 'Dome but at least he'd known that if he ever got into any kind of trouble, the PPDC would be there to bail him out. He'd been valuable there, unexpendable to protecting the fate of the world; here, he's some guy who gets arrested for getting blindsided by an asshole in a bar. He'd even take being back in the midst of a kaiju war than being here right now, at least that way he'd feel more than useless.

He sighs heavily, crossing the cell to lean back against the wall, offering them both a small smile. "We could call for a pizza," he jokes weakly. "That would go over well, I think."

[beat_death]

"Good fucking luck with that, mate," Owen replies, bitter, impatient and well pissed off at this point. It wasn't his fight in the first place, he's not drunk, and as far as he can tell, there should be several other people tossed in with them as well.

Though, he's willing to bet a few of them had to be taken to the hospital instead. As a doctor, he shouldn't be proud of the fact, but he is.

"Oi!" he calls through the bars again, "We've got fucking rights, you know!"

Christ, he misses the days when just saying the name Torchwood could get him out of spots like this.