Drinking in Bars.

I wrote a fic a couple weeks ago where Steve got the girl, the apartment, and all of the cool friends. He made out OK! Nothing was awful! Nobody got smacked around! Nobody was raped! And this is my soul's opposite reaction. Though nobody dies in this one either.

( FEBRILE ANIMAL UNDERBRAIN ACTIVATE. I have no idea when vodka was introduced in the US. Long descriptions of violence. Here be potentially triggering non-con bad touch sexual terribleness on, you know. Multiple fronts. I'm not kidding. Also, stuff happens to Steve that fandom usually doesn't see outside kinkmeme. You are warned. )