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[ So maybe he sort of doesn't mean to send this as a mass text to the crew. Honestly, he doesn't know who he would have sent it to (if he'd been a bit more sober), but it's supposed to be a time of "year" where there's cheer and spirit, most of which everyone seems to be lacking these days. Also, because of certain complications regarding people he knows as well as the problem with the serum, he might have also gotten into more of the space booze than he should have a few hours ago. ]
I know it's been a rough couple of weeks for all of us, but if you need company or someone to talk to, maybe even a drink... You can find me in a tent a few down from medical.
I think it's important we try to stick together a little longer. [ Uh, yeah... At least it isn't a video of a huge, rallying speech this time. ] Stay safe.
I know it's been a rough couple of weeks for all of us, but if you need company or someone to talk to, maybe even a drink... You can find me in a tent a few down from medical.
I think it's important we try to stick together a little longer. [ Uh, yeah... At least it isn't a video of a huge, rallying speech this time. ] Stay safe.

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[Like Jesse.]
You're cool with sharing? Who knows how long before all the booze runs out.
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I don't mind if it's now.
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[It really doesn't take her long to get to him either, although she's not exactly sure which tent so she texts him again.]
Which tent is yours?
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[ He'd have offered to meet her, but it's probably not a good thing to actually walk anywhere right now. ]
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[She's about to get drunk with Steve Rogers. What is life? When she finally finds it, Daisy awkwardly pushes the flap back because she can't exactly knock.]
Hey.
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Hey. [ Sorry, Daisy. He'd already started without you hours ago. ] You wanna try it first? [ He offers her the bottle. ]
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[It's pretty obvious he's drunk, which is a little hilarious. Still, she reaches out for the bottle and turns it in her hand in an attempt to read it.]
What is it?
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Something like whiskey. I think. [ Except a lot stronger than that. Strong enough to have him feeling a bit too warm after a quarter of the bottle. ] Keep it. I've got another one in here somewhere.
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[Obviously she's kidding. Taking a seat on the ground instead of crouching, Daisy took a tasting sip of it.]
Holy shit.
[It's pretty obvious it's strong, especially with the way her face scrunched up.]
I can see why it would get you drunk.
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I'm not sure I would have been able to even before-- [ Er, he doesn't want to mention anything about dying. So, he tries to cover it up by barreling over it. ] I guess before we got here? It's different. [ If he means being drunk or the booze itself, he doesn't clarify. ]
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Daisy hadn't thought he would lose his strength either. Wasn't that all from some sort of serum? Phil would've lectured her by now.
Yeah. Nope. Going to stop thinking about Coulson now and take another swig of the not!Whiskey.]
You don't have your super strength anymore, do you?