poly_chromatic | accidental video - We bar fight now. Bar fights are cool.

[So there’s a plate of food partially obscuring the camera’s lense and it’s obvious from the angle that it turned itself on by accident but there in a bar somewhere is Charlie. There are two beer bottles in front of her, both empty. And one in her hand and she’s just sort of holding it, frowning at someone offscreen. They’re speaking, their words partially muffled by the sounds around her, but the faint snatches that are audible are sort of vulgar.]

Man, I am not interested. Please continue o--

[But the man must still be speaking because Charlie’s expression sours even more. She speaks again, voice raising slightly in hopes of getting someone’s attention.] Seriously. Go right the fuck away, now.

[Nope. Drunk bar pervert isn’t done. He even leans into view, clearly shitfaced and Charlie leans away, her grip on the bottle tightening. And again, he’s being a pervert and again Charlie’s expression somehow manages to look even more pissed off. She’s practically yelling, by this point.] Go. Away. I’m not here to be picked up or harassed. Take it elsewhere.

Hey, asshole.

[That tone is clear Brooklyn, cuts through the noise of the bar. A hand reaches out around the guy’s shoulder, pulls him back and away from the shot. He protests, something awkward and pathetic in Bucky’s direction, but he doesn’t really get very far beyond ‘your girlfriend wanted it’, before there’s a thump, the sound of someone’s fist connecting into a jaw. ]

I don’t got the patience for a chump like you, buddy. You don’t wanna see what happens to a guy that pisses me off.

[Charlie, for her part, has been sitting back on her bench as she watched the whole thing. Casual as you please, taking sips of her beer and bites of her food as though this were something on television. One eyebrow raises and she speaks around a small mouthful of food. Manners. What are they?]

Hey, now. Don’t count me out entirely. I coulda handled him. Just good timing that you stepped in, otherwise...[There would have been fire. And she’s smiling slightly, clearly teasing. It’s nice, in her opinion, to have someone looking out for her. She turns her head slightly, the sounds of the fight still coming from somewhere offscreen and her look of amusement gives way to one a little more worried. She turns, looking at Bucky again.]

Bucky. Bucky, the bar owner is coming. I think you---oh, that one looked like it hurt. Are you okay?

Yeah. [He sounds a little out of breath, but victorious anyway. He leans over, and he may have just gotten a fat lip, but he’s grinning slightly. ] C’mon, let’s get out of here before that punk’s friends decide to make it an even fight.

[He could take them, but he isn’t so far gone that he’d let Charlie get hurt in the fray.]

[Charlie’s just glad she had to-go boxes nearby already. That guy had been a persistent ass most of the night and she just wanted to be ready to leave if he got too annoying. The food is dumped in, the lid is closed, money is set down and Charlie reaches for her device. She notices it was on, frowns and switches it off before grabbing Bucky’s hand and pulling him towards the door.]

[ooc: fair warning; here, there be threadjacking from bucky and charlie. and they're mildly intoxicated.]

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You are still upset?

[Because this doesn't seem entirely like Charlie. Charlie hasn't seemed entirely like Charlie since Ed left, which is understandable.]

The next time you intend to begin a fight in a bar, please take me with you.

I didn't start the bar fight. Intentionally. It was an accident.

That is the nature of bar fights.

[Ahem.]

Charlie, how are you?

Getting better. Slowly but surely. More slowly than surely.

There is a saying that-- [That just isn't there, although Chekov knows he has heard something appropriate. He's quick to attempt a recovery.] ...but never mind. Sayings are not always helpful.

Can I do anything helpful?

Pavel, what's the saying? You always have a saying and I like hearing them. Are you okay? [That's not...something isn't right. She likes his sayings. What's going on?]

I have off tomorrow. Come over and hang out? We can try to cook something ridiculous and new.

Ai, I forgot what I was going to say. It is nothing important.

I would like that. Tessa has been trying to teach me to make pancakes, so I am confident in my ability to not burn down your kitchen.

You f---. [Pavel. Guess what Charlie just figured out? Your lack mentioning Russia and the sayings from there tells her a lot.]

Pancakes. Okay. And then I can properly thank you in person for being fully alive.

[And for just a moment, Chekov thinks that the slip went unnoticed.

...Or not.]

Are you angry?

I woulda been if I found out a few weeks ago. I'm not angry. I'm...appreciative. Thank you, Pavel.

I'm glad that I did not say anything earlier, and you are welcome.

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