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.

[snicktsnickt]

Those clothes come off, Wilson, and I'm kicking you out... out the window. «ooc: had to delete, freaking phone wouldn't let me edit. my bad :|»

No worries! o/

[bestmercever]

Now I'm disappointed, pudding pop. I thought we had something special.

[snicktsnickt]

We do. You're one of the few people that make me feel homicidal simply by opening their mouth. Only, like... two or three other people do that to me. [He pats his chest over his heart and shoots Wade a smirk.]

[bestmercever]

Oh, now you're making me feel all special and sentimental again, babycakes. Do you remember that time we were on a mission together in the jungle, and you made me close my mouth?

[Beaming. So much beaming. Also this is so not private and Wade knows it. And he's grinning even more because of it.]

[snicktsnickt]

[Logan's mock angered shifted to something much more real and he growled a warning, threatening even over the tiny screen. It was the only response Wade would get.]

[bestmercever]

[He just winked.]

Come on over, Logan. Beer will be waiting. So will more liquor.

[snicktsnickt]

[Logan barely looks up enough to give Wade an annoyed glare, as if he were actually busy doing something else.]

Yer coming over here, remember? I've got your Patrón. I'm also not leaving my amazing, clean, brand new mattress... for anyone. I worked hard to get this thing.

[bestmercever]

Right. I'll be there in a second, then. Try not to destroy anything and make sure you've got plenty of space for me, all right?

[He's taking over your bed, Logan. Don't even try to say no.]

[snicktsnickt]

[Logan just shakes his head and gives Wade a defeated look of resignation. He really should have given Wade a fake room number. At least he had a number of blankets, there was no way Wade-skin was touching his skin. Why had he even agreed to this? Masochist. And for beer? Stupidstupidstupid.]

[bestmercever]

[clicking off the transmission, Wade gathers booze galore plus beer and literally skips on over to Logan's room. And all but kicks the door open.]

[snicktsnickt]

Logan huddled down a little as he heard wade approach, somehow managing to look even grumpier.

"Wade," He acknowledged gruffly. When he spotted the beer, he tilted his head a little and shifted on the bed, wordlessly making just enough room for the other man to join him. That was all Wade would be getting as far as an ecstatic greeting went.

[bestmercever]

Wade sat himself on Logan's bed, laying out nine bottles and one can of beer, a bottle of whiskey, and a bottle of vodka. Tequila was nearby already. "Put a smile on, papa bear. Your kiddo's running around here and I come bearing booze."

[snicktsnickt]

He'd warm up, but he couldn't actually let Wade just know right off the bat that he was actually kind of happy to see him. Well, see someone who was familiar and knew who he was. And, Christ, the guy had really outdone himself with the alcohol.

"What's the occasion?" He asked, and made a disapproving face when Wade called, well, he assumed Laura, his kid. "You know we're not... that's not really... how that is," He mumbled, since he knew Wade could probably care less.

He reached for the bottle of beer and paused, clearing his throat as he glanced across the room to where his boots were. Shit. He'd forgotten to put those on for the sole purpose of taking them off for the first beer. "This," He said, holding up the beer, "Counts for those, right?"

[bestmercever]

He shrugged. "I told you I felt like drinking and have the supply. Johnny's sick and Carol's pissed at me for existing, and you took the bait, so." Another shrug.

"I know. She's your clone, and I've got a little bit of you in me, too. I'd like to have more." That's a teasing smile, though. "And no. No, it does not. It only counts for what you're already wearing, big guy. If it makes you feel better, I'll do a shot for each article of clothing that comes off."

[snicktsnickt]

"Yea, you did..." He agreed, still not sounding like he really understood why. He guessed he really didn't have to. Wade was Wade.

"Yea, yea, so she's really more like... my sister... or something," He hummed thoughtfully, one claw sliding out so he could slice off the top of the beer, drinking from the cut glass. He looked down at what he had on and sighed, opting for the belt. Logan shot him a look and rolled his eyes at his innuendo. "No, you don't. You can take a shot for whatever you want, bub. Long as you keep your clothes on."