I know you were hoping for drunk science but my story and I do what I want.

Even if it is your birthday gift. -cascadingStar

Chapter Four: Drunk

"I am not drunk Bruce!"

Actually, he was pretty sure he was drunk, on account the now empty bottle of Jack started off unopened an hour ago. That, and he knew for a fact this wasn't his first bottle of Jack.

Bruce was by his side, helping him sit up on the couch. Tony wasn't going to make it easy, more so because seconds ago, he told Tony he wasn't allowed another bottle of anything. Though one he was pretty much sitting up and not leaning over on his side, Bruce sat down next to him and began checking all his vital signs. Tony smiled stupidly before allowing his head to fall back. "I'm shocked you're not dead" Tony heard Bruce mumble to himself.

"Well, one day Brucey, when you drink as much as me, you'll learn what your tolerance is" he said/mumbled. His shoulders shook slightly from laughter before raising his head, a stupid smile on his face that could rival Thor's. "Bruce! Let's science!"

Bruce reached out to grabbed the other's shirt, but failed as he jumped out of his reach. Bruce sighed and leaned back in on the couch and watch the other, with surprising grace, turn on his heels to face the other, a sparkle in his eye. "Come on, I have the perfect thing to make you never let the other guy out again! It's so simple, drinking!" he said before running off, coming back seconds later with what Bruce assumed was Vodka. Tony laughed, looking at the bottle for a second. "It all makes sense! Come on, down it and then we can go into the lab and come up with other things! Let's see what else we can come up with!"

Bruce sighed, fixed his glasses, before standing up and walking over to him. He took the bottle, Tony just about bouncing up and down, only to go to looking like a kicked puppy when Bruce set it down. "Tony. You're drunk. It's time for bed."

"I dunwanna go to bed" he muttered, turning away only to have Bruce take ahold of his arm. Tony made a noise of protest. "Since when were you Pepper. Let me go, I wanna science, with or without you" he muttered. He missed Bruce rolling his eyes and smiling at the constant change of what he wanted.

Bruce let out a stream of air, hitting Tony in the face. Tony shook his face as an attempt to her it away before falling forward into Bruce's chest. Bruce took it was a sign of victory when all he did was nuzzle into it and cling to him. "Time for bed Tony."

"Fine. But science in the morning"