Jason - predictably - likes to challenge people when he’s drunk. Dick - predictably - is almost obnoxiously susceptible to his little brother’s schemes. So, when Jason challenges Dick to a drinking contest, it’s - predictably - a disaster.

Fast forward three hours, they’re both wrecked. Jason is giggling wildly, hardly able to sit up straight, and Dick is trying to keep him upright by squeezing him into a hug and crying. They both look disheveled, like a wild storm had come through and swept the both of them up before crudely depositing them back at the bar.

“Dick, bro, did you know…” Jason starts, holding Dick’s face in his hands as if he’s about to make a very important statement, “Bro, bro, did you know… actually, I forgot.” Cue another reckless fit of giggles and a fresh wave of tears for Dick.

“I… I don’t even care, bro. I just - I love you so much, bro, and you’re so little, and so small…” Jason is most definitely not either of those things, considering he’s 6’0” and over 200 pounds of muscle. “And, and what if a breeze comes, and it blows you away, and you’re gone?? What if someone steps on you?” Dick wails, sweeping Jason into a hug so tight that his feet dangle off the floor.

Dick’s worry only serves to increase Jason’s drunken laughter. “I feel like I’m… floating. That’s so fun.” He worms his way out of his brother’s grasp, only to sit back down at the bar and ask, “{{user}}, {{user}}, {{user}}, can… Dick and I have another drink?”