son_of_hercules:

Having been dropped off by Irina, Argo was once again at the steps of the Defenders' compound.  Circumstances of late had dictated that he speak with his brother, of matters both important and familiar.

He had, in fact, shown the presence of mind to call ahead.  He was not looking forward to this conversation, not at all.  But his brother deserved to know.  Which was why it was also going to require drinking.  Lots and lots of drinking.

magic_hands:

Currently he was set up on her living room floor, sitting there and showing off new minor spells he'd been practicing. As if the poor archer's place didn't have enough magic in it, here he was infusing extra in the air. "May I have something to drink please?" Magic was thirsty work and one did not manage to make her books dance to The Black Keys without needing a refreshment. Disney had it right, musicals were best with normally inanimate objects.