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Hey, it's Peter. You know what to do.

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I remember.

Always. I know where the bar is. Meet you there?

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I'm already there.

[ Bucky's learned something about himself since he's arrived in Hell. He can get drunk. It's a recent discovery but it doesn't change the fact that he can now. Whatever Zola pumped into him isn't burning the alcohol off as fast here. He never thought he'd use it as a way to relax but he'd never had the option until now.

And he's already somewhere past buzzed but not quite tipsy when Peter shows up. ]

Hey. Bucky Barnes.

[ His fingers clench and flex but he manages to spread them so he can stick his hand out to shake Peter's. ]

Thanks for coming.

[spongetastrophe]

[Peter recently discovered he can get drunk, too. While the discovery was surprising, it's kind of nice now. He nods to Bucky when he arrives, shaking his hand]

Peter Petrelli.

[He takes a seat and orders himself a drink] At least the alcohol here is good.

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[ Bucky wasn't sure how he felt about his change in physiology but he was grateful for the opportunity to feel a little normal here. Sure, it was just the effects of alcohol but it was something. ]

Any chance there's a way to tell it hasn't been messed with?

[ He remembered what Natasha had said. The demons did what they wanted with things here. Bucky needed to be careful. ]

Or is it always a risk?

[spongetastrophe]

Not as far as I can tell, but it seems like regular alcohol to me. [He takes a drink, like the thought of being messed with doesn't really concern him] Besides, I think they want us to indulge.