Attempt 2 - Quill and Thor Drinking

[st_arlord]

"And another thing -" He continued. "Why is it always the guy's fault when you run out of toilet paper? Girls use toilet paper like, way more than guys do and yet somehow we're always to blame."

He couldn't remember what they had been talking about except they had been talking about women giving them difficult times. Quill down the rest of his drink and presented his empty glass to Thor to fill. Thor told him that he lost last time. Quill had very little memory after talking about Thanos, but he was sure that Thor was equally as drunk. This time he was determined to have the God of Thunder pass out first.

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[st_arlord]

"I can do that too, you know." He said with drunken jealousy.

Quill lifted his own arm up. He had a long sleeve shirt on so even if he could compare to Thor, it would be less impressive. While Quill was muscular, he couldn't compare to Thor in many ways.

He flexed his arm.

"See?" He said.

Lifted his arm threw Quill off balance. He wavered on his seat and then started to tumble to the floor.

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor had been watching the man sway for the better part of the last half hour; when he finally careens to one side and begins to tumble, Thor catches him with the same massive arm he'd been flexing a moment before and sets him back down on his feet, like an unsteady toy soldier.

When he pulls his hands away, it's not very far, as if he's expecting that Quill might topple over again. When he doesn't immediately plow over, Thor withdraws his hands entirely.

"I'm cutting you off," he says, directing a finger at Quill.

[st_arlord]

"What?!" He almost shouted in surprise. "You can't do that! This is a contest."

Quill was pouting like a child.

[st_ormbreaker]

"I'm calling the contest off," Thor says, as if he is dealing with a child. "There is no shame in coming in second in a drinking contest against an Asgardian."

[st_arlord]

"I think, tech-ni-ca-lly," he said, working through the long word and then pointing. "YOU lose because you're calling the whole thing off."

[st_ormbreaker]

"I lose," Thor says, clearly not giving a damn about any of this. "Let's get you upstairs and in bed before you die of alcohol poisoning."

[st_arlord]

"Pfft. You wish." He said.

Quill didn't really mean what he said, but a come back felt appropriate.

"I beat Thor!" He shouted triumphantly.

The bar was empty save them, so the victory shout went unnoticed. He spun on the stool and lifted his arms and began falling forward. He caught himself momentarily with his feet. For a few seconds, at least, Quill was upright and standing.

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor lunges out to catch Quill a half-second after the man catches himself. This time, Thor doesn't let go of Quill even though he's presently standing upright by his own strength.

"I'm carrying you up to your room," he tells him,in a tone that broaches no argument. "I can either carry you on my back if you're amenable, or carry you under one arm if you elect to resist. You're going to look far sillier with one method of transport than the other. I suggest you choose wisely."

[st_arlord]

He narrowed his eyes as he tried to picture Thor carrying him. All he can think of right now is the princess carry and he didn't want that.

"Which one is the less... the less one?" He asked.

[st_ormbreaker]

"On my back."

[st_arlord]

He nodded solemnly. He moved and crouched.

"Alright," he said and gestured to his back. "Climb on."

[st_ormbreaker]

Without ceremony, Thor steps forward, hooks an arm around Quill and lifts him up off the ground. It was probably a bad idea to give Quill a choice to begin with.

"Stay still, and I'll get you up to your room soon enough."

[st_arlord]

Suddenly Quill figured out he wasn't on the ground anymore.

He was quiet a lot of the walk to the room. The more he was in the state, the more his stomach churned.

"Thor ..." He said and then burped.

[st_ormbreaker]

There's something about the tone of Quill's voice that puts Thor on-edge.

"What?"

[st_arlord]

"I think I might..." He said, needing to pause. "Yep. Yeah, I'm definitely going to..."

He burped again as he tried to delay throwing up.

[st_ormbreaker]

"Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no!"

Asgardian fortitude meant that few people ever actually got sick, and when they did, they got better very quickly. Thor's experience in this arena is entirely thanks to his Midgardian friends.

And former Midgardian girlfriend, who Thor tried to look after when she was sick more than once.

Thor quickens his pace for the last few steps to Quill's door, then reaches for the door handle. It clicks over and over again as he turns it, and he almost opens his mouth to ask Quill where his key is, but thinks better of it, and instead slams his foot against the door and busts it open with an audible crack.

He carries Quill as quickly as he can to the bathroom and predictably (and thankfully) discovers that the toilet seat is up.

"You haven't ever lived with a woman, have you?" Thor says as he swiftly sets Quill down on his knees in front of the toilet.

[st_arlord]

"I live on a space ship, duuuuude," He managed to say before he felt the lurch in his stomach.

Thor barely made it because when Quill's knees hit the floor, vomit hit the toilet. It was an impressive amount considering.

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor gently (actually gently!) pats Quill as he lets out what appears to be the entire contents of his stomach into his toilet bowl.

"There, there," he says. "Let it out."

[st_arlord]

Quill doesn't have time to think about whether this is annoying or helpful.

When he was done, Quill groaned.

"Throw up tastes bad," He mumbled.

[st_ormbreaker]

"I'm sure it does," Thor says with one final pat; he's just relieved that Quill managed to find the bowl. "Do you think you're good to stand?"

[st_arlord]

"As long as I still have legs," he groaned.

He put his hands on the sides of the toilet bowl and tried to stand up.

[st_ormbreaker]

Thor doesn't seem entirely convinced.

"You think you're steady enough on your feet to brush your teeth?"

Thor looks down at the sink. He can't tell if Quill's cleaned his bathroom even once since his arrival.

[st_arlord]

He reached over laborously and grabbed the mouthwash. He swigged some of it around and spit it out with a little less accuracy than he had with his vomit.

"Just as good," He declared.

[st_ormbreaker]

"Let's get you to bed then," he says. And without waiting for Peter to give his assent, he pulls Quill's arm around his neck and over his shoulder, then folds his arm around Quill's side and starts to make his way toward the bed.

He sits Quill down. "What do you normally wear to bed?" he asks, looking over at Quill's dresser. This was considerably easier to handle when he was helping someone considerably smaller who wasn't resistant to the help, like Jane or Darcy.

[st_arlord]

Somehow Quill discovered he was sitting on his bed. When did that happen?

"uhhhh...." He said slowly. "Boxers? usually. Yeah........why?"