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[lifetothefullest]

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[ishotyouuu]

bc my darling Bea is in it and she's amazing????

i thought u were with me on this man :(

[lifetothefullest]

I'm so not drunk enough for this conversation.

[And weren't you supposed to be fixing that Wade???]

[ishotyouuu]

well luckily 4 u im rite outside ur apartment

[Knock knock, Dr. Sweets.]

[lifetothefullest]

[Oh, oops.]

I probably should've told you I'm at a hotel. The apartment's empty right now.

[Since, as Wade obviously knows, Kyna is at their place.]

[1/3]

[ishotyouuu]

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[ishotyouuu]

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[ishotyouuu]

WELL THANKS FOR TELLING ME THAT SO I DON'T LOOK LIKE AN ASSHOLE WHEN I SHOW UP TO AN EMPTY APARTMENT I GUESS?????

[lifetothefullest]

I didn't think you'd be in such a rush.

[ishotyouuu]

maybe i just wanna a repeat performance of u getting shitfaced okay

im sure it was pretty funny, i cant remember

[lifetothefullest]

I'm not actually that entertaining drunk, so you're probably going to be disappointed.

[Also here, he sends along the address to his hotel.]

[ishotyouuu]

i will be the judge of that good sir

also uh

i should probably warn u that i get cuddly when im sloshed

so like

i apologize in advance

[lifetothefullest]

I appreciate the warning.

[Not his favorite thing in the world, but knowing what he's getting into tempers a whole lot of that at least. Besides, the more drunk Lance gets the less neurotic he is, so it should be fine.]

[ishotyouuu]

just dont wanna wake up with another restraining order

had too many of those already

btw im in the lobby, wanna come down and get me or should i just come up to ur room? ;D

[lifetothefullest]

That's not reassuring.

I'll come find you.

[Just because it's a good reason to leave his room, and he knows he should take it. So he shows up in the lobby a few minutes later, looking like he's been up all night drinking, which is mostly the case.]

Hello.

[ishotyouuu]

[It takes Lance a few minutes to make the trek down to the lobby, during which Wade engages in his daily past-time of looking up his name on the public forums. Nothing really comes up beyond some etymology discussions, which is… kind of what he expected? But also kind of rude. Clearly he needs to make more of an effort to be noticed. Not even so much as a Displaced wiki page. Disappointing.

His thoughts are interrupted by the sudden entrance of Lance, who looks like he’s in deep need of a blowjob and a shower right now-- the latter moreso than the former.]

Sup, nerd. I brought the good stuff. [He raises the bottle of tequila to emphasize his point.] Though judging by the look of you, you've only just crawled your way out of a bottle.

[lifetothefullest]

[So much tequila. But despite what a bad mood he's in generally, he manages a faint smile anyway at the greeting even if he has to raise an eyebrow at the next comment.]

I got nostalgic for my college days.

[Obviously a complete lie, but whatever. Don't @ him.]

[ishotyouuu]

[Wade scoffs at that, crossing his arms over his chest. Oh, he's @ ing you super hard right now, Mister Sweets.]

Somehow I'm finding it hard to imagine you wildin' out in your college days, broheim. Seems like you'd be more of the type of guy to hang out in the corner drinkin' seltzer water until somebody needed you as their designated driver.

You gonna be a gentleman and invite me up to your room?

[lifetothefullest]

I was too young to drive until grad school.

[Just offering that, knowing the questions it'll raise, and punctuating it by just moving immediately to begin leading the way back to the hall.]

[ishotyouuu]

[Wade merely scoffs at that, easily falling into step behind Lance.]

Just further provin' my point, Doogie. Don't think I didn't notice that was the only part of my assessment that you bothered to correct.

[lifetothefullest]

I thought it'd indicate that I didn't even have that reason not to be drinking.

[He glances back, shoving his hands in the pocket of his hoodie.]

I was a teenager and in another country, of course I got drunk at like, every party I went to.

[ishotyouuu]

Eyyy, that's my boy.

[Wade quickens his pace until he's close enough to give Lance a boisterous and probably overly enthusiastic clap on the back.]

Knew there was more to you than just a cute tush. What was your main poison? And if you say Zima my respect for you's gonna go way down, I'm warning you.

[lifetothefullest]

[The prior warning means he isn't particularly startled by the far too enthusiastic gesture, though he still blushes faintly at the second comment. He's too sober for this.]

Was Zima even available in Canada? But no, of course not. I drank bourbon, like a real teenager who wants to look badass by drinking hard liquor but still secretly wants it to be sweet.

[ishotyouuu]

[Wade snaps his fingers, making a small sound of disappointment.]

Aww man, I should've gotten bourbon-- that sounds pretty good right about now. Nothin' wrong with never outgrowing your sweet tooth, right?

[He blinks.]

Hang on-- I never told you I was Canadian, did I? Can't remember whether or not that came up when I was bleeding all over your makeshift gurney that one time. Uh... thanks for patching me up, bee tee dubs-- don't know if I ever said that either.

[lifetothefullest]

I don't remember you mentioning it.

[But that doesn't necessarily mean anything; Lance typically has a good memory, but even since ending up in Hadriel it's been somewhat less reliable than it used to be. Thanks, trauma.

But as for the last comment--]

You don't have to thank me, but you're welcome. I'm just glad you have a very convenient power.

[They reach Lance's room, and he opens the door and lets Wade go in first. It's a nice hotel room, and although it's not one of the best rooms it's also certainly not one of the cheapest ones; it's also not actually much of a mess, despite that he's been mostly just depression drinking the last few days. Bottles are placed together neatly on the counter, the bed is made, and so on.]

[ishotyouuu]

Yeah, but you provided, uh... what's it called? Moral support. Or something. That's gotta account for something, doesn't it?

[Such a gentleman.

Wade eases his way past Lance into the hotel room, taking a few seconds to glance around and take everything in. It is a rather nice hotel room, and considering Wade's taken up residence in quite a few hotel rooms in his decades-long career, he feels as though he's in a bit of a position to judge. He lets out a soft noise of appreciation, taking a seat on the foot of the bed. Wade no don't do that it's super-rude.]

Eyyy nice digs, broheim. I wouldn't blame you for sticking it out a few extra days after you sorted out your domestic squabble or whatever. You get Cinemax here?