4985/Sloshed and Dangerous

Sloshed and Dangerous
Date of Scene:	02 February 2021
Location:	Josie's Bar
Synopsis:	Scott can't hold his liquor, Tynan can't hold her temper.
Cast of Characters:	Scott Lang, Tynan Ireton

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Scott Lang has posed:
The bar had seen better days. Oh that was true even as of this morning really, so perhaps it was fair to say it had seen better hours since about an hour ago now or so it had gotten rather destroyed. Ty taking a bounty-hunter job that had gotten a bit out of hand when the hunted turned out to have a fair bit more back-up than one might expect. Whether it would have been a problem for the young merc or not, what it had created was enough noise to draw Scott. Hence most of the funiture in the bar destroyed, holes in the walls of both large and bullet variety, a few lights sparking, the usual aftermath of a battle.

But at least two stools had survived the fight and were occupied at the bar itself which was mostly intact. The bartender seemed largely unfazed as she quietly worked behind the counter and poured a couple more drinks for her only two customers that had stayed behind after the criminals had gotten carted off, no more likely to be allowed in now. Perhaps by this point she should have cut them off but, well when you only have two, you gotta make it last.

Scott of course teeters on one of the barstools in his full Ant-Man suit, pointing a finger into Tynan's face as he leans at her and almost topples into her. "Sscheee, see, see you're wrong! My powers are better than a gun! Cause like, I can be you know, spy, or like, BIG! And all you got is pew pew pew. Like, a bunch of those guys, I don't, I don't think that one guy is gonna walk again is all I'm sayin," Scott slurs out even as he reaches for the newly poured beer, taking two attempts to pick it up and still sloshing a portion on his hand at that.

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty shakes her head a little bit. She sips her whiskey lightly as she looks at Lang a bit. "Is it a skill to know how to drink good liquor, or is it just a matter of maturity?", she asks the bar tender. The young merc shakes her head. "As for that guy...I severed 3 tendons in his leg. I'll be surprised it he walks after that. And I have a lot more skills then just get big.", she tells.

    Ty shakes her head a bit. Yeah, it was a court jumper. She chase him down here, he brought his gang, and well...things got a bit rough. The merc takes an ice pack, and moves it a little down her shoulder. Bar stools hurt. Pain is a good sobering agent when drinking, and the woman's hands look...a little toasty right now. THey're healing, but it looks like she left them in a fire at the moment. The woman takes a moment to open a small bottle, but closes it again.

    "Do I need to worry about police interference?", she asks.

Scott Lang has posed:
"You puts it in your mouth and you swallow. See. I'm mature enough to know that!" Scott boasts sounding almost genuinely proud of having figured that out as he lifts his beer and takes a chug that sees more than a bit run down on his suit. A small pile of shotglasses and mugs on the counter next to him indicates this is far from his first and as he sets it back on the counter and gives the mug a puzzled look at how empty it is now his eyes swing about a bit blearily before he pops another five dollar bill seemingly from nowhere and slaps it on the counter. "Nuther shot! My kid's with the wife anyway!" his volume a bit louder than need be considering the bar is eerily quiet with only the three people there. Anoter shot of whiskey is set in front of him and Scott very carefully guides his hand along the bar to grip it.

His head shakes a bit after that and he looks over at Tynan, noting, "Naw, once you show Avenger ID the police usually look the other way. It's pretty neat most of the time...though sometimes they don't believe I am one," he huffs, cocking his head back and downing the shot. That one was almost certainly a mistake judging by the groan he gives and the way he leans his forehead on the bar's top after. He wasn't even standing and was working to keep his balance yet. "We should do something," he slurs vaguely.

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty shakes her head a bit. "You're beyond drunk. I'm a fair way there. Hell, a part of me is wondering if I should call The Avengers to pick you up...", she says honestly. The woman sighs a bit, and looks at the bar tender. She wonders if there the Tender is wondering the same thing. "You can't even sit up straight."

    "Are you sure you can keep your abilities in check?", she asks. The woman winces a bit as she sips a little more whiskey. THe burns n her hands hurt like hell now, but she doesn't trust Lang not to try to put her in some sort of shrink cage the second she looks away...

Scott Lang has posed:
Scott slams a fist on the bar with a mild shake and a neon sign that had been clinging for dear life to one wall comes down with a crash adding to the mess on the floor. "I'm not drunk! I'm a hero!" Scott declares.

"You're drunk and I'm cutting you off for your own good," the bartender finally decides as she starts finally taking away the stack of dirty glasses next to Scott.

Scott watches this procedure for a few moments like it's the most interesting thing he has ever seen and then turns to Tynan to inform her, "I'm a drunk hero. But, but I can still, I can still, watch this, watch this," he says as he pulls over the half drunk beer he still had remaining with a healthy layer of foam in it. He leans awkwardly over the mug, his stool starting to lean with him and just when it seems he might topple and crash...he shrinks. The stool falls back upright with a clatter while there's a faint 'plop' from the beer, Scott look more like an olive in a martini as he sloppily backstrokes in the beer.

"I can make this last all night now!" he happily declares, his helmet snapped up into position, speakers inside it amplifying his voice.

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    The young merc just sits there, and stares a moment. "Is it legal for him to do that? And if it isn't, I think after this, it should be! Thats a criminal use of powers.", Ty complains. She finishes her whiskey, and glares at the beer. "You wasted good beer, since you didn't wipe the blood off your suit first! What sort of professional hero are you?"

Scott Lang has posed:
Scott makes rather a show of swimming around in tiny laps inside the beer, vanishing now and then into the mounds of foam only to reappear again and peer up at Tynan as her face looms overhead like a small moon. "You've seen this place and been drinking the same stuff I have. It ain't THAT good," he calls up. The bartender doesn't even look at him as she just reaches over and gives the beer a good shake causing Scott to ping pong around a bit inside the glass before she finally stops, leaving him groaning and clutching at his head despite the helmet.

"Maybe...maybe I should go do something besides drink now tonight..." his tune suddenly changed.

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty shakes her head a bit as she orders a glass of water, and puts it on the counter where Lang will grow up at. "I find it rather comical that you can change your size, yet still act like a child. You still have a lot of growing up to do.", she snerks. Ty probably said the one pun that has been overdone for Lang...

Scott Lang has posed:
"Maybe you should learn to act up a bit now and then. YOU are a PARTY...POOPER," the tiny Scott calls up at Tynan like it was the worst thing in the world. Suddenly he hops out of the beer with a small splash, at the same time growing in size. Normally this was quite the coordinated move and something he'd gotten rather good at doing. This time? This time he trips on the stool he'd just vacated and faceplants on the floor, his helmet letting out a loud 'bonk' as it impacts but does the job of protecting his face rather well. Rolling onto his back on the rather dirty floor, he lowers his helmet now that he's back to normal scale again and keeps pushing things. "You even know how to party? Have friends who'd invite you to one? Or you just MEAN all the time?" frowning as he says it and picking himself up a bit on his elbows.

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty swishes her whiskey a little bit, and looks down at Lang a bit. "I act up when I'm someplace where I won't get arrested. You know how much of a pain in the ass it is to get out of a jail? And hell, SHIELD would likely be the ones who would take me into custody, simply cause I make weapons appear from nowhere.", she tells. "Why do you think I've been careful about how I drink.", she tells. "And thanks for reminding me that I'm somewhere very far away from most of my friends. I came to the US to get an education. You know, the thing you lack?", Ty growls as she gets up...

Scott Lang has posed:
Clearly Scott is a bit too drunk to read the room, or hold his tongue as he...well it's an attempt at an eyeroll anyway from his spot on the ground. "I've been in jail too, don't go thinking it's something SPECIAL now. And nobody said you gotta make weapons appear from nowhere you know. I bet you could make OTHER things appear. You could get a job as like, a delivery driver. Hot fresh food straight outta the portal!" he suggests with a snicker followed by a snort, doing his best finally to try and stand up, a slower process than it would usually be. "And I'm a, I got, I have a MASTER'S in electrical engineering. All you know is point and click," he challenges.

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty's eyes get a bit dangerious. "Portals? What portals?", she asks. The woman has been trying to keep her power a secret. Did he see something? The merc glares a bit more. "You have a rap sheet. I'm clean. I can walk into any building, regardless of what it is, perfectly normal. You probably get searched every time you have to go to the Avengers Tower, and leave to make sure something didn't disappear...", she hisses.

Scott Lang has posed:
Fortunately for Tynan there was little chance Scott was going to remember most of this night, he'd be lucky if he remembered he was even in a fight save for the bruises. He's using the wall behind him now to help get back onto his unsteady feet and even still he seems to wobble while leaning against it. He holds his hands up and gives them a bit of a 'jazz hands' wiggle. "Yea keep telling yourself that. I'm a HERO short..." Scott pausing as he notes Tynan is still taller than him when he's supposed to be 6' compared to her 5'8". He looks at his right hand with a glare and with a flex of his fingers is 6'...and then he does it again for another half foot just so he could really look down on her. "Short-stack. I've saved people, they trust me. You mercs, if someone asked you to save them a seat at a table you'd probably charge them for it and then sell it off to someone else anyway. If you weren't busy burying bodies," he accuses.

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty slams the whiskey down. "Better watch what you say, lad. Somethings can't be excused by drunk idiocy.", she says. "My father was busy fighting for the soul of a nation while you were goofing around. He trained me to put down tyrants, like the British.", she hisses. "Meanwhile, you have no idea of what its like to have another country walk in, and say that your home belongs to them. And if asked, you wouldn't even know where Madripoor was, even if I put a map down right in front of ya.", she hisses. "You don't even have a reason to fight, so don't judge those that do."

Scott Lang has posed:
"Oh THERE it is! The oppressed card. You grew up in a hard life in a poor country and somehow now that means you get to be angry at me! You know what tyke, yeah I do! I literally, LITERALLY had some space tyrant chasing me around the last month, smashed into my house and demanding I give her my stuff all because of royal decree from some planet most of the EARTH has never heard of. I've had my CHILD kidnapped 3 different times. I spent 4 years in jail trying to provide for my wife who left me for the effort. I've been electrocuted, smacked around by beings a hundred times stronger than me, I had my own double show up and try to kill me. So don't come bawling tears at me about how hard YOUR life is," Scott responds, uncharacteristically aggressive as he storms over to Tynan and...pokes her in the forehead. Or at least makes a go of it.

Tynan Ireton has posed:
    Ty twitches a little bit. As Lang goes to poke her head, she catches his wrist, and ducks under his arm while twisting his arm. She tries to slam his head into bar counter. She spins around, trying to kick his shin/ankle to make his head bounce off the counter again. As the woman spins around, Ty opens her hand up a bit, and tries to grab Lang by his face, and pushes straight down. She intends to slam him head first into the floor. The woman isn't playing any games, and looking to put Lang out. Ty takes out her wallet, and offers the Tender $100 to forget about stuff, and just say a bar fight happend...

Scott Lang has posed:
Had he been sober Scott would likely be a challenge. His martial arts skills are basic but growing, but his powers make throws all but useless, punches near impossible to land or just as likely to smack into an enormous ankle instead of a chin. Or at least a helmet.

Scott however is not sober. He barely gets to say 'ow' before his head is bouncing off solid hardwood, once, twice, three times. It was quite the overkill before Scott is left facedown in a puddle of his own drool on the floor. If the hangover wasn't going to leave him with a headache this surely will. And doubly makes sure he won't remember a damn thing about any of it.