Rebel // Captain America

10 - A Little Party Never Killed Nobody

As soon as Steve noticed I was here, he started to walk my way. With a reassuring pat, the girls walk away, leaving me with an approaching Steve. Not that it was a problem. "Emily." He was dressed in a suit, quite dapper for the guy I had gotten to know to wear jeans and t-shirts. "You look gorgeous." I blush a little before Tony walks over, a glass of a dark liquid in his hand. 

"When I said formal, Emily, you sure stepped up to the plate." He said, smiling a cocky smile. It makes me wonder how many he's had already. 

"Thanks, Tony. Thanks, Steve." I say, Sam rushing over. Jesus guys, let me and Steve have a moment. 

"Emily. We're taking shots. Want one?" Shots, huh. A small smile grows on my lips when I think of the liquor. He must have taken it as a yes because he grabs my hand, pulling me through the crowd and to the bar. Thor was at the bar, apparently he was working as part time bartender tonight. "Hey Thor, Em's in!" 

"Lady Emily, you're gorgeous tonight." He kisses my hand before I laugh. He's so formal all the time. "What will you be drinking?"

A thought runs my mind before I say the first liquor to cross my mind. "Whiskey." A smile grows on Bucky and Sam's lips before Thor pours me up a shot of Jack Daniels. Oh Jack, one of my best friends. I knock back the shot as easy as water. The guys start to cheer, as if they've never seen a girl take a shot of whiskey before. Sam looks unamused. Gotta spice it up a bit. "Sam." He looks at me shocked before I smirk. "I challenge you to shots." The guys all gasp before Sam pulls up a chair. 

"You're on." 

Once we began taking each shot, the crowd grew and grew. "This is their fifth one!" I hear Tony yell, placing a hand on my back. I wasn't too drunk yet. I was starting to feel it, but I wasn't as close to drunk as Sam was. Sam was starting to slur his words while trying to shit talk. Thor serves up another round as I knock it back, not even tasting it. Sam takes it, struggling but manages to take it down. "Six!" Tony yells again, placing an arm around my shoulders. "You got this, glowstick!" Another round gets placed before I knock that one back. Sam goes to take it before he stops. "You done, birdy?" He nods sadly before I get my arm raised. "After six shots, newcomer Emily takes down Sam!" 

I smile before looking around, finding Natasha and Wanda clapping. I wave them over. "Girls shot!" We all knock back a shot before I giggle. "Time to dance bitches!" I get off my chair, walking over to the dance floor, dragging Natasha behind me. Seven shots. Not bad, Emily. I think my record is 9. And a couple beers. Everyone follows before we dance around to some song that the DJ of the night was playing. Soon the crowd mixes up, a guy finding me. "What's your name?" I yell at him over the music. 

"Star-Lord! You can call me Peter!" He says, wrapping an arm around my waist. Sober Emily wouldn't like this. But drunk Emily did. I leaned into the dance, looking over and noticing Steve taking shots of a golden liquid out of a flask that Thor was holding. Peter and I keep dancing, the songs changing occasionally. Soon, the crowd starts to dull down. By then, I had taken a couple more shots, putting me at 10 shots of the night. 

"Guys, let's play a game!" Tony yells, gathering everyone to the couch area. I give him a questioning look before laughing. "7 minutes in Heaven! We'll spin the bottle and whoever it lands on gets locked into the closet."

"Yea, yea Stark. I know the ruuuules." I say, sitting on the couch. "Let's just play!" Everyone sits, Steve sitting on one side of me while Natasha sits on the other side. 

Once everyone was sitting, Tony looks at me. "Since you're so excited to play, why don't you go first, Em." I spin the bottle, landing it back on Tony. Fuck. I didn't want him, I wanted Steve! "Ooh..let's go!" He grabs my hand before he takes me into the closet and tells Friday to set a timer and open the door when the times up. "Now, Emily. I finally have you all to myself." 

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Steve's POV

I watched Emily run off into the crowd before seeing Quill start to dance with her. Son of a bitch. I don't want him to be near her. None of the less touch her. I make my way to the bar, seeing Thor look at me. "What could I get you, Steve?" 

"You happen to got any Asgardian drinks on you?" 

"Are you sure you can handle it? Are you upset that Star-Man is dancing with Lady Emily?" I don't respond, only taking a seat and watch them. "I'll take that as yes." He pours me a shot before I effortlessly take it down. I don't drink to get drunk much, but that's what I plan on doing. I do that a couple times before I start to feel the liquid taking effect on my body. Perfect. 

"Guys, let's play a game!" Tony yells, gathering everyone to the couch area. "7 minutes in Heaven! We'll spin the bottle and whoever it lands on gets locked into the closet." He likes to play this on occasion. And with Emily here, I'm not surprised that he would want to get her into the closet with himself. "Since you're so excited to play, why don't you go first, Em." She spins it, almost too hard, before it just barely lands on Tony. Fucking hell. Just the one thing I didn't want. He grabs her before they go to the closet. 

I notice Natasha looking at me before I give her a look. I didn't want to talk about it. I didn't want anyone to know how much this was getting to my head. I wanted Emily to myself. I wasn't willing to share. Not with Quill. Not with Stark. Not with anybody. "If you want it, go for it." She whispers, just loud enough for me to hear. Soon, they both come out of the closet. 

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Emily's POV

It was actually pretty funny being in the closet. Tony just told me inside jokes about Steve and that he thought that we would be cute together. We walked out, laughing about a joke Tony made before we sat back down in our seats. Steve didn't look at me at all, even when I smiled his way. Fuck. The bottle span again, this time Natasha and Bruce going in. Nobody really talked, only conversation was Tony and Wanda making small talk. They came out, Bruce frantically swiping something away from his mouth. Daaamn. The bottle span again before landing on Steve and Wanda. I look away, not wanting them to see the look in my eyes. I wanted Steve. Steve was mine. He was supposed to be Mine. They go into the closet, Tony moving over closer to me and placing a hand on my knee. "Hon, if you want him, GO FOR HIM. Clearly he wants you." Time passes quickly, Steve and Wanda walking out. Steve looks directly at me before turning around and walking down the hallway. I look at everyone else before noticing Tony and his hand on my knee. "Guess I fucked it up, huh." He stands up before making a face. "Guess it's time to call it. Goodnight guys." I stand up, walking down the same hallway Steve had walked down. I catch an elevator back up to my floor that I shared with Bucky and Steve. I go to walk past Steve's door before a hand pulls me inside.

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