Yeah, you're right about that much. And something about "moderation." [ Yes, there are finger quotes. Yes, it is very clear that Bucky does not hold the concept of moderation in high esteem. ]
[He would've said no, but.......................the challenge of trying to do something like take back his alcohol from Bucky appeals to the Jock in him.]
Ha. It sounds like you're eager to play keep-away with me.
[OKAY he's leaping right at Bucky at actually pretty high speed, his hand reaching for that alcohol bottle - good luck evading this, Winter Soldier Man!!]
The leg sweep does, in fact, topple him, but he does not lose his grip on the little bottle of booze. And he recovers pretty quickly, using his position on the ground as a chance to throw a kick upwards at Hansa's chest. ]
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[ And then, hesitation--he holds up the little bottle as if to offer it back. ] You sure you don't want it?
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Nope. Coffee's my choice of poison. Priests can drink, you know, but eh, I'll drink when I feel like it.
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You can't compare coffee and alcohol. They literally do opposite things.
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[Oh, Bucky...]
Maybe they'll take pity on you and open up a bar.
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...But if they did happen to open one, well, I wouldn't be opposed. Once in a while.
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[A huff.]
...Hey, better drink that bottle before I regret things and ask for it back.
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Like I said, two little bottles isn't gonna do me any good, so going down to one bottle changes nothing.
If you can grab it, it's yours.
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Ha. It sounds like you're eager to play keep-away with me.
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[OKAY he's leaping right at Bucky at actually pretty high speed, his hand reaching for that alcohol bottle - good luck evading this, Winter Soldier Man!!]
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[ He manages to pivot just out of Hansa's reach, but it's a damn close call. He laughs incredulously. ]
Well would ya look at that, the priest's got moves!
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[For all his speed from before, Hansa gives a lazy sort of shrug, almost looking like he's halfway to stifling a yawn.]
I don't really want the alcohol, really.
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People only move that fast when they want something.
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[He laughs a bit, before looking down, frowning.]
...Oh, your shoe is untied.
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Please, you think I'm gonna fall for that one?
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[And he'll just sweep his leg underneath Bucky's to try to topple his balance.]
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The leg sweep does, in fact, topple him, but he does not lose his grip on the little bottle of booze. And he recovers pretty quickly, using his position on the ground as a chance to throw a kick upwards at Hansa's chest. ]