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Dougley//Never My Love - The Association

“A momentous occasion, hence the announcement—ouch.” 

Pairing: Drunk Dougley

[Snuck a little Jack/Rosie in here because why not]

They're absolutely and entirely drunk. Giddy with victory and relief. They've made it. All the way from basic to the end of war, and now they're leaning hard on each other as they share a cigarette and Bucky interrupts the band for the third time in an hour.

"You know what?" Ev says, as James takes a long drag from the cigarette.

"What?" James asks, then stares at the cigarette before adding it to the collection of butts in a mostly melted whiskey on the rocks someone had left behind at some point in the last several hours of celebration.

"You have a stupid face," Ev says and pats James's cheek none too lightly. "And it's my favorite one to stare at."

James beams and leans in, smacking their foreheads together. "You have a stupid face," he says. "My face is perfect."

"That's why it's stupid," Ev replies. He smacks James's other cheek with his other hand, then squishes James's cheeks. "Perfect, stupid face."

James laughs. "Marry me," he says.

Ev squishes his cheeks again. "Not right now," he says. "We're at a party."

"Okay," James agrees and fumbles around for another cigarette. "Get us drinks. We're celebrating."

Ev kisses him, more enthusiasm than skill, and stands up. He wobbles a little, then steadise when Jack reaches out and grabs his shouldeer. "Me and James are gettin' married," he says.

"So you've told me several times," Jack replies. This is time number four, actually. In intervals of about thirty minutes.

Ev squints at him. "Shit, Jack, you're not sober, are you?"

Jack laughs and holds up his drink. "Nah," he says, lying through his teeth. "Get me anothere when you go up there, okay?"

"Course, Jack." Ev slaps him on the chest and wobbles towards the bar.

"You are pretty sober," Rosie says, tapping his own glass against Jack's. They're both drinking whiskey on the rocks. Jack had sacrificed his first drink of the evening to Ev and James's cigarettes so they'd stop putting out th butts on the tablee top.

"I'll get stupid drunk when they're all home," Jack says. "You should join me."

Rosie grins and steps a little closer. "Okay," he says. "But no proposing marriage until we're both sober again."

Jack watches Ev walk back towards them. He's steadier now, and he's holding three glasses with ease. He throws back the rest of his drink and slides it onto the table amongst all of Ev and James's empties. "Deal," he agrees.

"Jack," Ev says, as Jack takes a glass from him. Ev looks at Rosie. "Oh, hey, Rosie, when'd you get here?"

Rosie snickers. "About four rounds ago," he says.

"Good," Ev says, then sits next to James, passing him his glass.

James lights up a fresh cigarette and passes it to Ev. "You know what?" he says as he and Ev lean into each other again. "We should get married."