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[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?