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{ The Walk Into A Bar Meme }

The Walk Into A Bar Meme!

The bar's a comfortable place, where everyone knows you just have to walk up, give the bartender a smile, and order up a drink. Everyone goes to a bar sometime, whether to pick up a companion for the night, to pick up a friend, or pick up a drink. You never know the story behind the guy sitting next to you, or the bartender. But that's what bars are for, aren't they? To learn about the guy on the stool next to you, drinking his gin and tonic.

So what do you do in a Walk Into A Bar meme?

1. Comment here with your character and their canon in the subject line.
2. Hit RNG for a number between 1-15.
3. Tag someone else using that number as your character's reason for coming to the bar.
4. Profit!

So, what's your poison?

1. Sex on the Beach - You're here at the bar for one reason and one reason only, to find some company for the night. It might help, to buy them a drink first. But then they might throw that back in your face...

2. Tonic and Gin - Life's been one disaster after another lately, and the only thing that makes it easier is the sweet numbing taste of alcohol...

3. Midori Sour - Your friends dragged you out here and they've suddenly abandoned you for some rock star in the VIP lounge. Are you bitter? Maybe. Or maybe you'll just use the opportunity to flirt with the cute bartender...

4. Shirley Temple - You got a call five minutes ago asking you to come to the bar to pick up your too-intoxicated friend/brother/sister. But now that you're here, theydon't seem to be anywhere to be found...

5. Poolside Pleasure - There's nothing like being on vacation in a tropical paradise, is there? And what better way to soak in that tropical vibe than to swim up to the Tiki Bar for a relaxing fruity drink with a paper umbrella?

6. Moonshine - Maybe you're underaged. Or maybe the bar isn't exactly what you'd call legal. Whatever the reason, you're not supposed to be here, but you are, and while you're here, might as well get something to wet your whistle, right? Just be careful not to get caught...

7. Hair of the Dog - Last night was... do you even remember last night? Probably not, given the wicked hangover pounding in your head right now. Well, nothing cure a hangover like having a drink in the morning to take the edge off, right?

8. Champagne - Something great has happened! Did you get a promotion? Kill your nemesis? Whatever it is, you feel great and it's time everyone celebrated with you. A round of champagne on the house!

9. Shaken, not Stirred - To everyone else, this is a regular bar, but not to you. You know you're here to meet a clandestine contact, an enemy informer or a secret spy. Better play it cool and keep your eyes open...

10. Sunken Pirate Ship - You've been out on the high seas for months, and finally made it into port with your pockets full of gold. What're you going to do first? Drink that gold away or buy some company for the evening? You can do both at the bar...

11. Punch in the Rain - You're the bouncer of this bar and you think the guy sitting next to you has probably had too much to drink. Maybe it's time to cut them off. Hopefully they'll go easy, huh?

12. Bartender - Everyone who walks through the door has a story to tell, and you're the guy they love to tell those stories to. Are you the type to listen, or the type to slip a little something extra into their drink in hopes that they shut up about their sob story?

13. Absinthe - Whatever it is you just drank didn't seem to agree with you. And at the corner of your eye you keep seeing this bright green faerie... Is everything happening around you reality, or have you slipped into some kind of hallucination?

14. 357 Magnum - Did you just insult my mother? Whether or not they did, you sure think so, and you know what's the best way to settle things in a bar? With a bar brawl, of course!

15. Happy Hour - Anything goes! Got another scenario you want to play out, this is the place for it!

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Duo held himself still. Still and calm. Wufei was a soldier, a drunk one, but he was still a soldier like himself. Or worse, he was a warrior. With that warrior code to boot. Feeling like he'd been insulted in some way, Duo wouldn't have been surprised if Wufei had lashed out and tried to punch him. Would even have let it happen. But thankfully it didn't. Thankfully Wufei settled down and Duo slowly lowered his own hands.

"You won't know unless you try." He pointed out as gently as he could. "You never got to try that the first time around. But where I come from you don't jump into that kinda thing, Wu. I'm not really the religious type but... so not into the traditions of marriage, but a little wine and dine goes a long way." Actually, Duo had never considered marriage as a viable option at all. He'd assumed he'd be dead long before anything like that could come up.

"... Whatcha mean by that? What do the stars say?" Did he know that Wufei was into astrology?

Wufei let out another long sigh, stirring his coffee and taking a sip, grimacing at the flavor as he set it back down. "I know," he replied softly. "That's why I don't try. I'd rather be your friend forever than chase you off with... with... plays and french food." He may or may not have consulted Quatre about what dates were supposed to be like.

He shrugged at the question, slowly rotating his coffee mug between his hands. "My matchmaker had it done and sent me a copy. Colony-born are hard to chart for, so all the results are... nebulous. But it was very clear that if I'm to marry anyone, they'll be from L1 or L2. So they told me to fuck off."

Duo tried not to laugh and thought he pulled something in his efforts. Plays and french food? Was that the limit of Wufei's dating knowledge? "Guess the date's gotta be left to me then. And Wu? I hate to tell you... there's a lot of us from those colony's. Needs to be more specific to be a 'match written in the stars'."

He shifted to the side, sliding out of the booth and pulled out a few bills to set down on the table.

"Lets get back on the road, Wufei. We can talk more later." When they weren't attracting attention. They'd already been suspicious on entering but Wufei's little outburst had earned them some attention that Duo didn't much like.

He took one more swig of the awful coffee before sliding out of the booth after Duo. He was much steadier on his feet now, humming to himself. "It was more descriptive than that," he admitted, managing to walk in a straight line. "Brown hair instead of black, fair skin, pale eyes." He waited until they were outside, out of earshot, before he continued. "Someone surrounded by death nearly as much as I am." Which narrowed it down to exactly two people, as far as Wufei was concerned, and he was pretty sure attempting to date Heero would land him in the hospital.

Alright, that sounded more like him... But at the same time, they were a people at war. He was almost certain he could find a hundred or more people who fit that description. But at the same time... would he really want to? He didn't put much faith in things like fate but maybe Wufei did? So mocking it was out of the question lest he set him off again. And here he didn't have a table between them to save him from Wufei throwing the punch he'd been asking for earlier.

"Still not marryin you, Wufei." He chuckled and reached out to lightly nudge the others arm. "But when you're sober we can come back to this." Duo knew he kept coming back to this, but he really didn't feel comfortable discussing this with Wufei right now. He felt like he was somehow betraying his friend. Wufei would never have admitted to any of this so easily if he'd been in his right mind. "So I ask you out when you're sober... You'll say yes?"

"That's a shame," he replied lightly, but he was smiling as he was nudged, staggering just a little and giggling. "I will," he replied to the question. "As long as I don't think it's a joke." Sometimes it was hard for him to tell what was genuine and what was in jest when it came to Duo.

"Won't be a joke. I wouldn't joke about somethin like that." There there certain lines he wouldn't cross with people. He knew the limits and knew not to push. Things like this? He wouldn't ever joke. At least when it came to asking someone out. The very idea of it had Duo feeling nervous as hell. In his entire history... he'd never asked a single person out before. Flirted a little if he needed. But an actual date? He'd only seen it happen in movies or read about it in books.

"Probably not," he agreed, with a serious nod. "But sometimes I forget." It just seemed so unfathomably impossible for Duo -- bright, vibrant, joyous Duo -- to like him. The fabled stick in the mud.

"Can't help who we like, Wufei. Especially when it's written in the stars." He winked, and quickened his steps so he could grab open the passenger side door to open it for Wufei and make sure he got in there in one piece.

"And I get it's easy to forget. But do your best to remember, Wu." Because then it would be a little less of a shock when Duo made his move.

He smiled at that, following Duo to the car and settling himself into it, even managing to buckle up without getting entangled in the fabric. "I will try," he promised. "I'll write a note when we get... where we're going," which he was content to leave up to Duo. He was obviously well beyond compromised at the moment, and he knew he was always safe at Duo's side.

Now that was a good question. Duo closed the door and considered it as he walked around to the drivers side and climbed on in. "... Motel or safe house. It's a question of whether you wanna run the risk of bumping into anyone we know." Duo was pretty sure the nearest safe house would be empty, but he couldn't be certain that one of the others wouldn't be waiting for them for a run down on what had happened on the mission. Or on Wufei. With him having run off, the others had been worried. Duo was the one who'd taken the initiative and told them to leave it to him. He'd get Wufei back safely. But only if Wufei wanted to be taken back.

"I'm leaning more toward a motel. Or hotel. Depends on what's closer... and less flea ridden." Because if the motel looked like shit he was just going to drive on passed.

Just the mention of fleas had him shuddering. "Safe house. Safe houses don't have fleas," and he didn't give a single solitary fuck if someone else was there, they could just deal with seeing him drunk. It wasn't that embarrassing.

He might disagree with himself when he was sober, but that was tomorrow-Wufei's problem, and he'd probably be too distracted by the hangover to be properly embarrassed. "I need to shower," he decided as he looked down at himself.

Duo had the car started and had pulled out of the parking lot before Wufei had made his choice. Safe house it was. Luckily there wasn't one too far from their current position that should be good enough.

"Yeah, you do. Same here apparently." He remembered that crack about his braid needing a wash. Duo very much wanted to shove his head under a shower and scrub the grime out of it before the next words out of Wufei's mouth would be a comment on him smelling.

"Yes," he agreed, looking over at Duo with a giggle. "From behind it almost makes you look old," except nothing about the way he moved said it, or the way he held himself. He was all young and spry and Wufei was smiling a little bit stupidly. "You can shower first," he offered. "I need to write a note."

"... I look old? Fantastic." He muttered dryly. It was nice that Wufei could laugh about it though. Being a grump hadn't lasted long it seemed. And now he was given a pretty attractive offer. One he probably should have protested but... "Thanks, Wufei. I won't take long." He never did. Despite how long his hair was, he'd lived with it long enough that he had cleaning it down to a fine art.

Wufei nodded seriously. "It's a mystery," he said in a way that made it sound like Duo had said so himself and Wufei was just agreeing, like a good friend might. He relaxed in his seat, stretching his legs out and letting out a quiet sigh as he watched the world go by. "I hope things are this nice tomorrow. I miss this feeling."

"Which feelings that?" Duo asked before shooting a glance over at him. A quick risk before turning his eyes back to the road.

That wistful tone made his heart ache. Wufei deserved nice things to happen to him. And while he didn't have ego enough to believe hat he could be on that list of 'nice things', he sure wanted to try. It wouldn't be easy. They'd be torn apart eventually due to differing missions. But for what time they had, Duo wondered if he could actually show Wufei a good time. If he could actually take him on a date.

"Of being cared for," he replied softly. "I was always taught to rely on myself first, family second, and no one third," he replied, letting his head lull to the side so he could watch Duo driving. "I forgot what it was like, to feel so safe," and so loved, but even drunk he couldn't quite force those words out. He wasn't sure Duo would like them, anyway, even if he only meant it in a platonic sense.

"Guess it's not something people like us can usually have, huh..." Duo muttered, almost to himself. The first time he'd ever felt cared for was his time at Maxwell Church. The only time he'd felt like anyone had given a shit about him and had only wanted what was best for him. No ulterior motives. No secrets or lies. Just straight up wanting to look after him.

And look what he'd done to them.

Caring for others was something he'd wanted to avoid since. He was bad luck. He'd only make a mess of anything good so what was the point?

But... Wufei was a mess too. They both were. Born to different worlds, sure. The end result had been the same. They were fucked up, scarred mentally and physically, neither believing they'd survive this mess and neither believing they were deserving of happiness. But maybe together they could fix that? Fix each other? It was a pretty idea and Duo couldn't help poking at it cautiously, almost as if he was afraid it would bite him.

Was he really willing to take that risk?

A quick glance Wufei's way, to find dark eyes watching him like a cat, told him all he needed to know.

"I want you to feel that way with me, Wufei... If no one else, I want you to feel safe with me."

Wufei smiled, the gesture small and sweet, like a chunk of chocolate melting on your tongue. "I do," he replied softly. "Even when the bullets are flying and everything's gone to shit," he giggled a little, the sound a little drowsy as the carbs started to hit him. "And when it's quiet, too, when everything's raw and open and you know just the right thing to say. I want to give you that feeling," he sighed softly. "It's so... nice."

It was a night of saying to hell with the consequences it seemed. And hearing that sleepy undertone to Wufei's words had Duo smiling and taking another risk. He moved a hand, reaching across to take one of Wufei's in his hand.

"You will. But even if you don't... Smile like that for me, Wu. And it'll make everything better." Because there was nothing Duo loved more than a smile. Sure, they could lie. They could be forced. Those hurt like hell. The ones that came from the heart though? The ones that lit up eyes and made the world want to smile back? Those were more precious to him than anything else.

If the worst happened and Wufei went back on everything he'd said tonight, he'd have the memory of those smiles. Of the time when he'd made Wufei laugh. And that would be enough for Duo.

His smile warmed a little more at that, his hand shifting to slide into Duo's like it was made to live there. "That's easy," he replied lightly, thumb brushing across the back of Duo's hand. He tried to hold onto the moment in his mind, force his brain to recognize it for the treasure it was and store it accordingly despite all the alcohol trying to convince it to do otherwise.

He never wanted to forget this moment, all open and honest and warm in a way he was so afraid of being. It felt natural and pure, like waking from a restful sleep, or easing into a hot tub at the end of a long day. The sort of thing that could right the whole world when it started listing. "You're like congee," he decided suddenly, giggling a little at the comparison.

Duo's smile softened a great deal when he felt Wufei take his hand. The brush of his thumb sent an odd sort of tingle up his arm that was surprisingly pleasant. It was nice. Until Wufei spoke. Duo gave a sudden, choked laugh and threw the other pilot a mock glare.

"The hell? Congee? That's that wet rice stuff, right? I'm wet rice? You're such a romantic." Duo rolled his eyes and have another laugh before turning his eyes back to the road. Like congee, huh? He'd never had the stuff but he knew what it was at least.

He laughed along with Duo, grinning at his confusion. "Yeah," he replied warmly. "It's comfort food. Like chicken soup," he explained with a grin, his thumb still rubbing against Duo's hand gently. "Best thing to have when you're not feeling well."

"Weird-ass comfort food, Wu. At least I get chicken soup. That's a flavour! Congee? Heh, guess you've gotta have a taste for that." He couldn't really knock what people enjoyed as comfort food. Duo? He liked oatmeal made in just the right way. That was pretty plain from a different perspective. But it could warm him up from the inside out just by smell alone.

"I'm uh... I'm glad you think of me like that then." No, he definitely couldn't argue. If Wufei saw him as a comfort when he wasn't well then Duo took pride in that.

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