004 | Party of One, Now With 90% More Booze! | OTA

[bestmercever]

So everyone thinks they're dying. I'm immune or something. Heard Stark's dead -- that blows, I guess. I wasn't too close to him, but hey. I hear some were, so. Y'know. Good luck dealing with that

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[snicktsnickt]

You've got more? I wouldn't mind a cold beer.

[bestmercever]

What's in it for me, big guy? 'Cause it's starting to look like you only want me for my drinks.

[snicktsnickt]

I thought that was the extent of our friendship. Witty punching bags and booze?

What else could you possibly want? Oh, I do have a shiny new mattress. [The camera swings to show the pristine white mattress. He hasn't even sullied it with a sheet yet. Then swings back up, out of focus and then focusing on half of a toothy grin.] Jealous?

[bestmercever]

Only 'cause you're keeping it to yourself, half-pint.

[his smile, it is unreasonably flirtatious. He can't help it, really.]

Care to share? A little bit tit-for-tat, quid pro quo, et cetera.

[snicktsnickt]

[Logan stares at the screen, eyes narrowed in blank confusion.]

If you mean you want to share my mattress for some booze, yes. But only 'cause this mattress is amazing and I'm proud of it. You gotta promise to keep your clothes on though. [Glare.] Unless you have beer, then I'm willing to negotiate.

[bestmercever]

I can probably scrounge up a cold one or two, but most of my supply is liquor.

What's it gonna be, bearman?

[snicktsnickt]

If you can find beer, cold beer, you can... [He paused, pursing his lips thoughtfully.] You can remove one item of clothing for every bottle I get. But! You have to use your own blanket. And I might make one of those little barriers out of pillows.

[bestmercever]

You're such a tease, Logan. What if, for every bottle I bring, you take off clothes. That's a much better game, fuzzy wuzzy.

[snicktsnickt]

[Interesting proposition. Logan figures as long as one of them is still wearing clothes... and he enforces the 'use your own blanket' rule, he's golden.]

Yea, sure. That means you sleep with your clothes on. No cheating.

[bestmercever]

Now I'm disappointed again. [poutpout]

How much are you wearing? The usual shirt, jeans, and boots, no socks or belt or underoos?

[snicktsnickt]

Hey! [He glares at the camera when Wade lists off his usual attire, not exactly pleased that Wade decided to list everything. Or maybe he was just giving the man a hard time.] I am wearing a belt. [He growled as if that was the one item of clothing he was pissed about.]

And you don't get to pick what I take off either. Does each boot count as their own item?

[bestmercever]

[He laughed. LAUGHED!]

No, they don't. Boots are a joint item. Okay, so I need four beers to get you naked, five to get you happy. Got it.

[snicktsnickt]

[Logan stops focusing, looking like he's trying to figure something out and you can just make out that he's counting on his fingers, trying to follow Wade's logic.] Yea... that, uh, that works. Wait. Happy?

[bestmercever]

[he's grinning and God, he's such a smarmy bastard.]

Don't worry about it. Give me ten minutes, and then I will be there. Hey, did you finish off that Patrón when I wasn't looking?

[snicktsnickt]

[He raises an eyebrow definitely feeling like he's missing something, but shrugs it off. It's Wade. Out of everything here Logan knows Wade is way down on his list of things he needed to be worried about.] Alright, and no. It's safe... still about a quarter left. Yer wanting something with more kick? Or just devoting all the beer to getting my clothes off?

[bestmercever]

[He laughs.] I think I'll dedicate the beer to getting your clothes off. And when that's done, we'll dedicate the liquor to getting mine off. [wink? oh yeah. Epic wink.]