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When Sol grabbed his wrist and pulled him out of the lounge, Mr. Elf actually refused.

After the two of them drank all the wine in the lounge, Thor, who had already poured Iron Man Falcon Hawkeye, finally got a little drunk.And Garrod wasn't much better than him.Although he was still conscious, his movements obviously couldn't keep up with his reaction speed, his eyes were straightened, and even a blush appeared on his usually pale cheekbones.

However, for the crown prince of Asgard, who is used to drinking unconscious, this is not enough.

"Let's go, let's go to my place and continue."

Pour the last bit of liquid from the glass into your own mouth.Sol shook his dizzy head, said so, and then pulled Mr. Elf out of the door who hadn't reacted yet.

"and many more."

When he realized that he didn't seem to be sitting where he was, he was carried to the stairs by Thor.Garrod's eyes widened, and he grabbed the handrail of the stairs next to him abruptly, causing Sol to look back at him with a puzzled face: "What's wrong?"

"I can't drink anymore."

I am very aware of my drinking capacity, if I continue, I may not be able to wake up tomorrow night.Garald slowly separated Sol's fingers one by one, sat down on the stairs, and shook his head vigorously: "You can chat, drink...you can find Steve to accompany you."

"Don't worry, that's only how much." It was obvious that he was not sober.Sol stretched out his hand and pressed directly on the elf's shoulder, with no control at all, and it was so heavy that he could almost hear the wailing of his own bones: "What does it look like to chat without drinking. I know, but you can't be drunk ..."

As he spoke, he kept shaking the slightly thin body under his hands in resentment, almost shaking Garald's stomach out.

"But wait...it will be too late when I get drunk."

Shaked by him to doubt life.Mr. Elf frowned in pain, only feeling that the scene in front of him became more blurred: "Stop, stop, don't, don't touch me...Can I go with you?"

"Of course!"

He slapped Jarod heavily on the shoulder, but it knocked the elf to one side and nearly rolled down the stairs.Sol instinctively stretched out his hand to wrap him in his arms, pressed him against his chest, and narrowed his eyes happily: "My friend, I knew you would agree!!"

"Ang...but I have a proposal."

Pressing his face against Thor's pectoral muscles, he felt as if he was about to be suffocated.Jialude stretched out his hand and stroked it in mid-air a few times, but he couldn't break free, so he could only say in a dull voice, "It's no fun just drinking. Let's make a bet. How about whoever loses drinks a bottle?"

"Wow! A real warrior should use a contest to win or lose!!" Thunder God was very satisfied with his suggestion: "What do we bet?"

"Just bet on whether you can find me today."

Garald raised a finger: "Let me go and count a hundred here. I will be hiding somewhere in the building, as long as you can find me, you win."

"no problem."

Probably because his brain was filled with alcohol, his IQ plummeted.Facing this bet with the obvious intention of throwing him off, Thor readily nodded in agreement.

"Okay then, don't move."

Afraid he would react.After leaving this sentence, Jialuode immediately ran away, as if something terrible was chasing him, staggered and disappeared at the top of the stairs, without a trace.

Only Thor was left standing there with a smile, and began to count down obediently.

So, when Steve rushed out of the lounge, what he saw was Sol crouching in the stairwell and counting alone.

"Sixty-nine, seventy, seventy-one, seventy...uh, how far am I?"

"..."

Steve's mouth twitched imperceptibly.

"Sol?" Taking a few steps closer, he patted Thor on the shoulder: "Why are you alone, Jarod?"

"Ah?" I was dizzy thinking about what to count, and was suddenly interrupted.Sol turned his head and gave him a blank smile: "Garrod? I don't know. He said that I can find him after counting a hundred."

what?

Captain America gave a puzzled expression.And after he learned of the bet made by the two from Sol's upside-down narration, his expression became strange again.

"How about this."

After pondering for a while, Steve nodded firmly to his teammates, with a serious and upright expression: "I'll go find it with you. If you find it first, let Jarvis notify me, and I'll drink with you."

"Hurrah!!"

I didn't hear the deep meaning in his tone at all.Sol agreed without hesitation, and immediately stopped counting. He stood up and walked down the stairs.

While watching his back disappear from sight, he almost hit the wall because he couldn't walk steadily.Steve pressed his eyebrows, and after confirming that Thor couldn't hear him, he raised his head to the ceiling and said, "Jarvis?"

"Captain?" the AI ​​responded almost immediately.

"Tell me where Garald is hiding."

"I'm sorry." Jarvis sounded a bit embarrassed: "Mr. Garrod won't let me tell others where he went."

"Am I someone else?" Steve asked without hesitation.

The metallic voice was silent for a while.

"...you are not."

After a pause for a while, Jarvis finally compromised: "Mr. Garrod is in your room right now, and there is no sign of moving. Where can you find him?"

--my room?

This is a place no one would think of.

The blue eyes slightly widened because of this answer.The captain was stunned for a moment, and then stopped delaying, and ran towards his room three floors below. During this period, he carefully avoided Sol who was searching room by room upstairs, and soon stood at the familiar place. in front of the gate.

"Garrod, are you in there?"

Probably because of running too fast, Steve felt his heart beat a little faster.He took a deep breath and carefully knocked on the door, but there was no answer, not even a single sound, as before he had stepped here countless times.

Are elves really in there?

Can't help but have such doubts, but the captain is sure that Jarvis will not play him.He hesitated for a while whether he should go in like this, but then realized that this was his room, and it should be reasonable for him to go in and catch an unexpected guest.Steve didn't hesitate any longer, and quickly stretched out his hand to press the fingerprint lock on the door.

The room was pitch black.

The neon light sprinkled from the floor-to-ceiling windows reflects a small piece of floor beside the bed, and in the halo, black shadows that are constantly lengthening and shortening are formed.The whole space was quiet, without any sound of breathing, and there was no shadow of anyone. It seemed that no one other than him had ever set foot in it.

"Garrod?"

Captain America's room has always been clean and simple in the military style, but now he suddenly felt that it was too empty and unbearable.Turned around a few times in the small space, glanced at the bottom of the bed, the curtains, the bathroom, and even the narrow gaps between the TV cabinets, but did not find Garrod hiding in the above places.Steve couldn't help frowning, standing in front of the bedroom closet, wondering where the elf could hide.

He doesn't have superpowers of invisibility, does he?

"Jia—"

Really puzzled, the captain pursed his lips, and was about to raise his head to call Jarvis, but suddenly heard a soft sound from the closet behind him, which was very clear in the dark bedroom.

"Garrod?"

Make sure it wasn't just a hallucination.Steve turned around with question marks in his head, reached out and opened the closet door: "Are you here..."

The voice did not fall.Before he could react, a hand suddenly stretched out from between his hanging clothes, grabbed his collar, and pulled him in forcefully.

In a blink of an eye, not only was there no shadow of the elf in the bedroom, even the shadow of Captain America was gone.

"Peng."

The sound of the door closing was deafening, but it didn't distract him at all.The whole person was covered by his own clothes at first, and then fell on another warm body. Steve conditioned reflex to support something to keep his balance, and then he realized later that it seemed to be a piece of nothingness. Not strong, but not thin chest either.

The aura belonging to Garrod surrounded him instantly like a sea wave. Steve was quiet for a moment, and the feeling from other parts of his body gradually spread.In this narrow space that could barely fit them, every part of the two of them seemed to be tightly pressed together, breathing intertwined, and for a moment, it was almost impossible to tell who was huddled in whose arms.

In the air, there is a strong and heavy smell of alcohol.

"Jiajia..."

I don't know whether to be thankful that I don't have many clothes, or to be helpless, the elf not only hid himself in his closet, but also pulled him in.Steve sighed and called his name in a low voice, but before he could say anything else, a cold hand covered his mouth.

"Shh."

The intoxicating aroma of wine came from his cheeks.Jialuode put his lips on the neck of his netizen, and his voice was still confused and sleepy after being drunk:

"Don't make a sound, others will find us."

"...There will be no one else."

The vision four times that of ordinary people also lost its effect at this moment, but at the same time it also infinitely magnified other senses.Feeling that the place where the elf's lips were pressed was unbelievably hot, Steve gently pulled his hand down and kissed Jarod's palm:

"This is my room, only the two of us can come in, remember?"

"..."

The sound of breathing over the side of the neck quieted down, obviously thinking seriously.Garald pondered for a moment, then showed a small smile, curled his kissed fingers: "By the way, Steve's room, I remember."

"Just remember."

The smell of alcohol in the air seemed to be getting stronger, seeping into every inch of his blood from his skin.Feeling that the temperature between the two was slowly rising, Steve turned his head involuntarily, his lips chasing the face of the elf who was close at hand, his voice was so low that it was almost hoarse.

Too foul.

Hiding in his room, his wardrobe, and pulling him in together.

"Are you drunk, Jiajia?"

The left hand clasped his waist tightly, and the right hand inserted into the elf's soft hair. At the same time, the legs of the two were entangled with each other because of the narrow space.With a little force, Steve lifted Jarod's head from the side of his neck and pressed it in front of him until he could feel his warm breath at the tip of his nose.

And Mr. Elf was not to be outdone, he wrapped his hands around his back vigorously, and slowly traced the spine of his big-breasted boyfriend.

I don't know who couldn't help moaning first.

"I'm not drunk."

The tone sounds decisive, but the voice is misty, which is not the case at all.Garald smiled like this, lowered his head slightly, and touched Steve's forehead: "Don't you believe it?"

"Prove it to me."

Steve's hand on the back of his head tightened suddenly.

And Mr. Elf also followed his strength and leaned over.

Then, a long, passionate kiss, full of wine and predatory taste.