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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[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.