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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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Heero rearmed the security system on his way out the door, and then they were alone again.

"Yes," Wufei growled, as the water turned off again. A few more minutes and he emerged, hair hanging around his face like silk, a flush on his cheeks, down his neck and over his chest. The towel was tucked around his hips, a little frown on his lips. "My hair was slimy."

"Slimy?" Duo cocked his head to the side, not getting it but not sure if he should be questioning it. Wufei was looking kinda cranky. "Looks fine now. Heero's just left so take your pick of the rooms. I'll grab a shower too..." Get his own slimy hair cleaned.

"Conditioner," Wufei explained, reaching up to touch his hair and double-check that he'd actually remembered to rinse it out when he got back in. Yup, clean as a whistle. Didn't stop him from being annoyed at himself, though.

"Okay," he agreed, and headed down the hallway. The first door he found was a bedroom and that was where he went, leaving it hanging open and quite literally face-planting into the pillow, still in just his towel. He didn't even have the brainpower left to crawl under the blankets, out like a light almost instantaneously.

Duo wasn't long at all. He washed his hair and gave the rest of himself a scrub before getting out and drying off. He wrapped his hair up in a towel turban style and lashed another around his waist before leaving the bathroom to hunt down his pack and some fresh clothes. On seeing Wufei, he paused. An affectionate little smile curved his lips and he stepped inside the room just long enough to get Wufei covered up. Then he left.

He'd kept the door open, and kept his own door open once he'd changed and dried his hair. Only then did he drop down onto he bed he'd chosen. Duo lay on his back, replaying a few key scenes from the night, before he finally drifted off to sleep.

Wufei didn't rouse at all as he was covered up, but it was a good thing Duo took the time, because that towel worked its way to the floor over the course of the night.

When morning came, there was a sound reminiscent of old zombie films from his room, as he pulled a pillow over his head and attempted to smother himself, possibly to death.

Luckily Duo was an early riser. He was up and cooing breakfast of a simple porridge, since he wasn't entirely sure what Wufei would be able to keep down.

Even over the low sound of the radio he had playing, he heard Wufei. So he took the pan off the heat and switched everything off to go and check on him.

When he got to the bedroom he gave a light knock on the door but didn't enter. "How're you doing? Think you're up to eating? I've a fresh pot of coffee and painkillers downstairs with your name on em."

Wufei groaned again, but managed to pick his head up, leveling a miserable, bloodshot gaze on Duo. "If it's bland," he agreed, blinking slowly as his head pounded like an entire marching band had stashed itself inside his skull. "Whatever I did last night... I am both profoundly sorry and extremely grateful." He didn't remember much, but some would probably come back when the hangover finally eased up. "Where are my clothes?" He was at least aware enough to realize he was naked, and thus was able to avoid sitting up and flashing Duo.

"Uh, hold on." Duo darted off and returned a few minutes later with Wufei's belongings. He set them by the bed with a grin and headed back out.

"Porridge good enough for you? It's no congee but it's bland enough. Come on down when you're ready." Duo called this over his shoulder and made his way back to the kitchen with a sad sort of feeling. He'd known that Wufei probably wouldn't have remembered, so it was fine. It was just unfortunate.

By the time Duo returned, Wufei had gathered the towel and used it to preserve his modesty as he sat up. "Thank you," he said, rubbing a hand down his face. "Porridge will be good," and if it came back up... At least it was bland.

When he was alone again, he took his time dressing, and eased his way down the stairs, eyes squinted mostly closed, following the scent of coffee to the kitchen and slouching onto a stool. He watched Duo for a few seconds before he finally spoke. "Did I really propose to you?" he asked, every word bouncing in his head like a very angry marble.

Duo had a mug of coffee already waiting and was just spooning porridge into a bowl when Wufei sat down and asked his question. He almost dropped the bowl when he burst out laughing.

"The hell?" he laughed some more and grabbed up the mug. Both were carried over to the table and set down, then painkillers fished from his pocket. The packet was placed by the coffee mug. "If it helps, I was a gentleman and rejected the offer until I was wined and dined. We didn't find the nearest Elvis impersonator to get hitched. You're still single." He held up his hand as proof. No ring.

He smiled a little at the reaction, snorting as he plucked up the packet of pain killers, even though the sound made him wince. "What a relief," he replied dryly, taking the pills and washing them down with coffee. "Saves us the trouble of getting an annulment when we're not even old enough to marry in this country, anyway," but he was thanking all his ancestors it was Duo who had found him. He had no doubt Duo was well versed in handling drunks and not taking anything they said too personally. "I expect you'll regale me with tales of my misdeeds and drunken ramblings, hmm?" he asked, and despite the hangover that soft smile from the night before was back, and pointed straight at Duo again.

Duo was all set to laugh it off when he caught sight of that smile. That... wasn't a smile a sober Wufei had ever given him. And it made him wonder if Wufei actually remembered or not...

He cleared his throat and straightened up to turn and go back to the stove. He spooned some of the porridge out for himself and took the few seconds with his back turned to Wufei to gather his wits. By the time he'd turned back to approach the table, his smile was firmly in place.

"Lets see..." Duo sat and grabbed up the syrup to add a little to the hot, steaming porridge. "There was the guy who bumped into the jukebox and accidentally started a song playing. You jumped up, cried that it was 'your jam' and got up on the bar to dance. I never realised you knew the Macarena!" He never lied, but he could spin a good tale. Littered with hints of the truth enough to sound convincing. "You know the whole proposal part so I'll skip that. I took you to eat after you painted the sidewalk with your stomach contents. You proposed to the waitress too. And the trucker at the counter." Duo sighed dramatically. "If I'd known you wanted a harem I woulda played more hard to get!"

He lifted a brow, nursing his coffee as he listened, chuckling as he set it down. "Hey, Macarena," he replied, taking his spoon and stirring his bowl of porridge. "I doubt I would've woken up quite so pleased with myself if all of that had actually happened," he pointed out. "Well, except the puking. I think I remember that," he wrinkled his nose, and took a bite. Thankfully, it went down without making him queasy, and the syrup had him letting out a happy hum. "What is that stuff?" he gestured with his spoon at the syrup. "It tastes familiar."

Duo stared for a second before he burst out laughing. He'd only been joking, of course, it was the first silly dance that had popped into his head. The fact that Wufei even knew the song was hilarious!

He ignored his own porridge in favour of planting his elbows on the table and cradling his chin in his hands.

"Syrup. You had it on pancakes and waffles last night. Seemed to like it then too." It might have been the reason he'd put more on the table this morning.

He managed a little smile when Duo laughed, quirking a brow as he found himself the center of attention. "It's very good, and extremely sweet," he agreed, taking another bite with a happy sound. "I'm glad my company was pleasant enough, I've never gotten drunk before," but he knew the chances were pretty good that he'd either be a delightful drunk to be around or a complete pain in the ass.

"Yeah, you weren't too bad. Just kinda wish it'd been under better circumstances." First time drunk should have been fun and with a friend. Not because of a bad mission. Though Duo hoped that, toward the end at least, he'd been able to give Wufei a little of that fun.

"How much do you remember...?" Duo had to ask. He didn't want to go and say something stupid or throw too much at Wufei too soon. But maybe he could help fill in some of the gaps?

He shrugged his shoulders. "I'd heart alcohol could make you forget an entire night, but it doesn't seem to have worked that way for me," he sighed, taking another bite as he mulled over the question while his skull throbbed away.

"Well, I remember you getting me out of the bar, and putting up with my terrible advances," he snorted softly, wincing as he did and following it with a swig of coffee. "With a great deal of grace. I remember vomiting, and after that..." he shrugged. "It's just a fog of pleasant feelings. Whatever we were doing, I was quite happy, but I can't remember anything more distinct than that."

"They weren't terrible..." He protested carefully. Duo had actually been flattered. And it had lead to something much more interesting happening.

"You were holding my hand." Duo clarified on that 'pleasant feeling', and he was smiling as he said it. A fond little smile of remembrance. "We talked. You didn't say anything embarrassing. But there was a good mood... I wouldn't let you have done anything you'd regret, Wufei."

He managed a soft chuckle as he ate, giving his head a little shake. "I know you wouldn't," he assured, even though his cheeks were pink from just the idea of holding hands. "And I don't," he added, just to be clear. Even if he couldn't remember holding Duo's hand, he certainly didn't think it was a bad thing.

"Thank you for taking care of me, and for making sure you were the one to do it," he shoveled some more porridge into his face, his body still fairly tense just from the pain throbbing away in his skull. "Have you gotten new orders yet?"

"My pleasure." Duo assured gently. He'd been doing his best to keep his voice low enough to not aggravate Wufei's poor head. He could tell from the way he brow wrinkled just how much he was hurting. So he moved away from the topic of memories and finally turned to his own porridge now it had cooled down some.

"I've been reliably informed things have been pushed back a week. Nothing new just yet. So you've plenty of time to... rest." And get over his hangover. Sleep was best, Duo thought. Hydration and sleep.

When Duo said there was nothing pressing, some of the tension eased out of his shoulders. "Good," he replied with a sigh. "I'm going to need it," even though the company and the food and the painkillers were all helping. He reached the bottom of his bowl, licking his spoon clean as he did. "I suppose this is one more mistake to cross off my bucket list, at least," he mused as he curled both hands around his coffee mug, and pulled it up for a sip, closing his eyes and letting the warmth soothe him. "Have you ever gotten black-out drunk?"

"I think... the mistake was how much you drank." And Duo blamed himself for that. If he'd gotten to Wufei a little sooner maybe he would have been able to pull him away sooner. But for the rest... "Yeah, a couple times. Always swear it'll never happen again." But it always does. Though he'd actually gotten better at it, the first time he'd drank in months was last night alongside Wufei. And even then it had only been a few drinks.

This line of work, it was so easy to fall into the bottom of a bottle to deal with everything. Duo refused.

"The mistake was choosing to drink that much on purpose," Wufei corrected with a little smile, and nodded in agreement. "Never again will be too soon, at least for getting hungover," he wouldn't say no to drinking again once in a while, he just wouldn't aim for 'blackout drunk'. "If I suspect you've gone off to crawl into a bottle, I'll return the favor and rescue you from yourself," he promised.

Duo was touched. The smile he gave Wufei was soft and grateful, he actually trusted those words. If Wufei said he would then he would. He just hoped he'd never give him cause to actually do that. Duo didn't want to end up down that path if he could help it. He liked to be in control a little too much to give in to that temptation.

"Thanks, pal. That means a lot. And just be lucky we don't have any missions right now. You can relax. I'd suggest more sleep. Just lemme know what you want for lunch and I'll have that ready for when you wake."

Oh, didn't that smile just start the butterflies up in his stomach? He felt his cheeks going warm with blush, and he returned the smile. "I'd count myself pretty damn lucky, considering," he agreed, sighing softly as he drained the rest of his coffee. "I think by then I'll be able to eat normally," so he'd do what he usually did and just eat whatever was left from what someone else had made. He wasn't very good at cooking most of the things that tended to be stocked in safe houses, especially outside Asia.

He eased out of his seat, taking bowl and mug over to the sink to give them both a rinse. "I think I will take your advice and lie down again." Even if he couldn't sleep, he might be able to meditate the hangover away.

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