Are you kidding!? You and me conspired to rickroll an entire room full of helpless strangers, of course I had fun!
[ Well, the conspiracy had all been Taako, and the execution had all been Cisco, but he thinks of it as an act of teamwork nonetheless. He can't seem to stop smiling, and his cheeks are actually hurting a little, but he doesn't care. Cisco's throat feels a little scratchy and he finishes the beer Taako had bought him. Now that he's sitting down, he can feel much more strongly the fact that he is definitely drunk - not uncomfortably so, but unquestionably past tipsy. ]
Wait, I got an idea-
[ His idea (which is nothing more revolutionary than just the thought that they should take a selfie together, while Taako still has his little faux Britney Spears outfit on) gets put on hold, however. Cisco is about to go for his phone when there's a strange feeling, something different than the slight spinniness of the room in general. It's a dropping sensation, a lurch in his stomach, and then his face goes utterly blank, in the same way Taako has seen twice before now.
The vision is a comparatively brief one - Cisco sees himself, in his workshop, bent low over a pair of intricate-looking gauntlets, singing quietly to himself as he works. They don't look like the gauntlets he'd seen Tony wearing, or the ones from the ATOM suit. There is no power source. Instead, from what Cisco can see through the blurred, blue-tinted haze, they look like they are meant to channel energy, maybe amplify or hone it. But before he can get more than just a glimpse, the scene is flickering out and sound comes flooding back and he is in the loud karaoke bar once more, swaying a little, looking across the table at Taako.
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[ Well, the conspiracy had all been Taako, and the execution had all been Cisco, but he thinks of it as an act of teamwork nonetheless. He can't seem to stop smiling, and his cheeks are actually hurting a little, but he doesn't care. Cisco's throat feels a little scratchy and he finishes the beer Taako had bought him. Now that he's sitting down, he can feel much more strongly the fact that he is definitely drunk - not uncomfortably so, but unquestionably past tipsy. ]
Wait, I got an idea-
[ His idea (which is nothing more revolutionary than just the thought that they should take a selfie together, while Taako still has his little faux Britney Spears outfit on) gets put on hold, however. Cisco is about to go for his phone when there's a strange feeling, something different than the slight spinniness of the room in general. It's a dropping sensation, a lurch in his stomach, and then his face goes utterly blank, in the same way Taako has seen twice before now.
The vision is a comparatively brief one - Cisco sees himself, in his workshop, bent low over a pair of intricate-looking gauntlets, singing quietly to himself as he works. They don't look like the gauntlets he'd seen Tony wearing, or the ones from the ATOM suit.
There is no power source. Instead, from what Cisco can see through the blurred, blue-tinted haze, they look like they are meant to channel energy, maybe amplify or hone it. But before he can get more than just a glimpse, the scene is flickering out and sound comes flooding back and he is in the loud karaoke bar once more, swaying a little, looking across the table at Taako.
He blinks a few times, getting his bearings. ]
What was I saying?