Drinking with Superheroes
January 21st, 2011
A The Beast Must Die/Bobsy tipple.
Hawkman
For about 40 minutes Hawkman is the ultimate drinking buddy. A full force, steamhouse of hearty ale-swilling and shot-slamming. He wants to try all the drinks in the world in every different way. He can slap a barmaid’s ass and somehow get away without seeming like a douchebag. Boisterous, hedonistic he turns the air of blue with caustically creative Thanagarian swearing and tall tales of alien invasions…
20 minutes after that he’s your worst nightmare. His boisterousness takes a turn to the darkside. It starts with a back slap that’s just a bit too hard, accompanied by a lingering stare from beneath hooded eyes. His smile hangs more like a grimace. He starts leering at the female clientèle and staring with cold black shark’s eyes at the male ones. You become keenly aware of a group of loud, laughing guys, standing just a bit too close for comfort…
Worse yet he starts to hold court on various intergalactic races, revealing some very dubious opinions about Daxamites, Khunds and Metans. His opinion’s on intergalactic miscegenation turn your stomach and his Grand Plan for the Rannians is beyond the pale.
You start to wonder how you can ditch him without a ruckus, but he’s already he’s suggesting you move onto another bar for some late drinking. Somewhere not as… uptight as this place. Somewhere he can cut loose. When you look in his eyes there’s no one home, at least no-one you want to meet, but still he insists, the night is young…
Green Lantern, Hal Jordan
Green Lantern is the kind of asshole who genuinely calls beers brewskis, but is such a pussy that after two light beers he gets all leery and starey. And weird with girls. He loves to make little fans with the ring to blow their skirts up, and guffaw very loudly about it, and make plasma dudes who would then hi-five and guffaw along with him. If you go for a drink with Hal Jordan you deserve everything you get.
Spider-Man
Fuck me that was a letdown. Here’s a word for you: whiny. He was OK for a bit, at first, before he’s had a sniff. Y’know, jokey, chatty… awkward looking though, proper nerdish defence postures, all spindly and wrapped up in himself, hips and shoulders all sticking out at awkward angles, put everyone in the place on edge from the start.
And he didn’t let up, y’know? No comfortable silence while we settled in, and then, once he’d got through the first half, fuck the floor… You almost didn’t notice it happen but somewhere in there he goes from mordant jokes to just straight up complaining. About everything. You know, he’s a grown up, a proper bloke in his late twenties and stuff, but he whinges like a teen who hasn’t worked out how to wank. Whingeing about his missus, whingeing about his Aunt (Aunt!? What kind of a fella gives a fuck about their Aunt?), whingeing about his job, whingeing about his fucking superpowers and how they fucking keep crapping out on him. What a pain in the arse. I think he clocked I was sick of him, because he started acting much more pissed than he really was, all loud and ‘funny’. Started freaking everyone out with his hilarious dancing on the ceiling routine (watching it makes you feel a bit sick and dizzy, like the Lionel Richie video.) Couldn’t wait to get out of there. Thankfully summat about a bank robbery came in over the radio, he was all ‘Err, umm, I just gotta…’ and fucked off with an untouched pint still in front of him.
Didn’t come back thank fuck. Drank it for him the prick.
The Flash, Jay Garrick
Unlike some Flashes you could mention (all powers, no personality), Jay Garrick is the perfect ideal of a good drinking partner. He’s got time for everyone and is the best raconteur you’ve ever seen. Once he’s had a couple he gets a little fruity and loose-tongued, telling you exactly what he thinks all about Miss America’s costume and stuff, yet remaining a thorough gent – a gent’s gent in fact – throughout.
Superman
Surprisingly, not a great bloke to go on the lash with. Rubbish at hiding his discomfort when the talk turns to the bawdy. Lecturing the smokers and the barflys. Forever nipping off to ‘make a quick call’ (yeah right). Very difficult to convince to go for even a third, ‘No thanks, I know when I’ve reached my limit.’ If you do manage to talk him into going further you regret it, as he quickly gets maudlin, talking about Lois or Kandor and how much he loves them, or how ‘I’d die to save your life, you know that don’t you?’
Yeah cheers Clark. So is your cousin coming out?
Iron Man
‘Forget about it fellas, these are ALL on me. Actually, know what, fuck it, go grab yourselves a suit each. I know this amazing place in Wakanda, they have the trays strapped to the back of talking leopards and shit.’
The Red Bee
Picture it: A fine early-afternoon on an English pub patio in late July. Curiously, but wonderfully, there are no wasps around. What happened to the wasps? You and your companion for the session are drinking perhaps mild ales, or crisp East European lagers, or dry Hertfordshire cider clunking with ice. There is talk of switching to Pimms or, let’s be honest, G&Ts when the shadows have lengthened a little.
One bottle. Two men. The endless city streets. And a lot of big questions.
You remember that shit you used to hear about how Steve Rogers was ‘obviously’ a Republican? I just straight up asked him about it as we settled down to our drinks. He shook his head, and closed those big, sad, blue eyes. Turns out to be total rubbish, the usual mendacious spin put out by the Bushies and their more ‘ideologically flexible’ fellow travellers after 9/11. Think about it, it doesn’t even make sense! How could anyone with such a pure and total commitment to truth, justice, freedom and happiness actually be allied to that gang of thugs? He ‘got blown up a bunch of times’ fighting fascism, like he’s going to fall in with them just because they drape themselves in his colours?!
Turns out that he has never been a member of a political party (he has a pretty understandable distrust for organised political groups of all types), but has voted D. in every Presidential Election since 1940! (Except for the ones he was in ice for.) (Oh yeah, he does this funny thing where like when the barmaid put some ice in someone’s drink – he always has a pint of iced tapwater on the go as he’s drinking, actually – he puts on this look of mock terror and backs away a bit. It’s weird though – his look of mock terror is really forced, more like a yawn, not something he’s used to doing at all!)
‘Sfunny actually, among a million amazing DoubleYou-DoubleYou EyeEye stories that he has (‘Did you know that Baron Strucker has webbed hands AND feet? That’s what keeping the blood pure’ll get ya!’), he tells me how after he got ‘shot straight to good God damn you’ by a Stukka in Leuven and crawled back to the coast to catch a sub (such a hero it’s ridiculous), he spent a month recuperating in Sussex, said he thought Eastbourne ‘was a really beautiful town’ – he knows my (adopted) home better than I do. I told him what my granddad did in Burma in the war (porter on a medical frigate), and Steve asked what the name of the boat was. I couldn’t tell him, and he rolled his eyes in a ‘kids these days’ way, even though he looks ten years younger than me. I’m gonna have to find out.
We chatted about me, my family and stuff, but I could tell he was a bit uncomfortable with the whole thing. He’s in his eighties but has the body of a (big) twenty year old, and you can tell he just doesn’t get the imperatives to settle down or reproduce (even if he could – I think the Super Soldier thing made him sterile, but y’know, I didn’t want to bring it up. We were hanging out and getting shitfaced, not conducting an interview.) I think he falls for women who aren’t really domestic types as well. And he sees the world a little too clearly, you know? He could do with some more illusions, he’s been in too many wars to have much faith in humanity, no matter how tight he holds onto the flag as an ideal. As the sun came up I started to think that here was a guy who was in need of some help himself, after a century of helping others. A century of war. He’s killed a lot of men.
And as they finally kicked us out – we couldn’t ignore the barkeep’s yawns and pointed glances at the clock any more – I was going to roll for home and he ‘felt like a early morning run’. ‘You’re a freak Steve,’ I said. He nearly crippled me with a wink and a handshake, and said ‘I enjoyed our little bromance here tonight Bob. Stay safe.’ And off he jogged into the morning, like Rocky or some shit.
He belched big on the first syllable of ‘BROUWmance’ and I laughed all the way back to my hotel.
January 22nd, 2011 at 12:34 am
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January 22nd, 2011 at 1:00 am
I think I actually love Captain America also, this is totally effing in-continuity.
January 22nd, 2011 at 9:12 am
This post is a total legend! Classic!
January 22nd, 2011 at 11:21 am
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January 22nd, 2011 at 12:41 pm
Just wanna say I think Jay Garrick when drunk probably occasionally lets slip stuff like “and then after I sunk the submarine me and Namor…uhh, I mean Aquaman, we went for a…”
“Wait, wouldn’t Aquaman have been like ten years old when you were doing all that? I’m sure I remember reading that he…”
“Look out, mosquito on your forehead!” …sssSMMMMACK! “Now what was I saying? Oh yes that time me and Jim Corrigan got involved with the Green Gobl…I mean, some random railway thugs…”
January 22nd, 2011 at 2:40 pm
Cappy has a face in his pants.
January 22nd, 2011 at 5:08 pm
Just wanted to say thanks. Your Cap writeup is probably one of the best, most sensitively written pieces of prose about the character I’ve read in a long while. It really did touch me. Many thanks.
January 22nd, 2011 at 8:06 pm
Clarsic tyne
January 23rd, 2011 at 12:20 pm
Thanks! What fun!
Ongoing?
January 23rd, 2011 at 6:30 pm
Nice one! That Cap write-up in particular is sheer genius.
January 23rd, 2011 at 9:09 pm
Ha! Cap does seem like a swell enough guy.
“If you go for a drink with Hal Jordan you deserve everything you get.”
Yes, brought up on statutory charges. Never a great way to end a night. Go out with John Stewart, at least he just drinks five, starts to mutter something-something-something about a place called Xanshi and a woman named Katma, then just passes out on the bar.
I’d want to drink with Aquaman. I hear he drinks like a fish. We’d hit up some nice local pub on a coast town in Maine, probably one that has amenable seafood. He’s got two dead sons, a dead adopted-brother, an on-again/off-again ex-wife, a teenaged apprentice he may have gotten freaky with, a brother who wants to kill him and he’s training his worst enemies son.
But does he complain about ANY OF IT? No! He just tells an outrageous story about how he was the Commander-in-Chief of Atlantis’s Royal Navy and it was pretty chill ruling 3/4 of the planet. People still call him “sir” for no reason. Batman never, ever talked any shit about him, Superman doesn’t even try to boss him around, and he’s seen Wonder Woman naked.
“I lead a charmed life,” he’d say. “Oh sure, luck of the Irish … everything goes to shit constantly but I’ve got my health and an ex-wife with privileges.”
“You shoulda seen my old man’s wake! All his old Navy buddies came and got me drunk. My little brother cried like a girl, threw up, then vowed revenge on me for some reason.”
“Did you know to drink booze underwater, we have to keep the bottles facing down, then swig them right-side up?”
“Hey Barman … you call this rum? I once drank from the private store of the ACTUAL Captain Morgan.”
“Man I loved Jack Kennedy.”
January 26th, 2011 at 9:09 pm
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February 1st, 2011 at 2:40 am
The Superman bit was great!