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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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Duo looked over his shoulder, brows kitted in concern. He really wasn't liking the sound of that.

"... Maybe we need to take you in? Get you checked over." He spoke and spooned stew into the two bowls then carried them over to the table. One he set before Wufei and the other himself. Spoons were already on the table.

"You didn't get hurt on the mission did you? Notice any weird bruises when you woke up this morning?"

He shook his head quickly as he lowered into a seat at the table. "I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. This is my first experience with a hangover," and he didn't want to think about it being anything more complex or dangerous than that. Gundam Pilots didn't have time to be sick. "I've not seen or felt anything more than moderate bruising," which was to be expected with how he'd managed to pull himself out of the mission gone wrong.

Duo didn't believe that it was nothing to worry about but he didn't push it, just decided to keep a closer eye on Wufei. The last thing he needed was for some kind of internal injury to go intreated because of stubbornness. Duo just nodded and reached for his spoon and flashed a lopsided little smile.

"Eat up. Might help you feel better with somethin solid in your stomach." And then more rest. No more flailing about, just in case.

It was true enough that Wufei was stubborn, but he was also a fairly practical guy most of the time. He's not the one with a history of setting his own broken bones and limping the injury off, at least. It's just that the sensibility had never extended itself to illnesses. He'd been remarkably healthy as a child, and it had been years since he'd gotten so much as a cold.

But he'd also spent all that time on one colony or another. Down here, where the germs were native, it was a lot harder to stay healthy. And because A0206 had been declared destroyed, external shipments of little things like vaccines had stopped.

"Alright," he agreed, pulling hid bowl a little closer and having at it. Half of it, anyway. He lingered at the table, drawing out his bites, gazing down into the food. It was good, but he felt like he was fighting himself, every time he took a bite. It was downright peculiar.

Yeah, he was worried alright. It wasn't even a heaping bowl full but Wufei couldn't even finish it. Duo had a bowl of his own so he knew it didn't taste awful. Unless Wufei's pallet was so refined that the simple stew just didn't do it for him?

Again though, Duo wouldn't push. He finished his own meal and set the spoon atop the bowl before propping his elbow on the table and dropping his chin onto his hand.

"What're your plans now? I'd set you should rest some more but I don't have a gun to your head. You feelin any better?"

Honestly, Wufei was a little concerned by it, too. He hummed as he dragged his spoon through the stew. "I'm feeling... peculiar," he admitted. "And we've a week before we need to be anywhere, so I suppose a bit more rest is in order," he agreed, and licked his spoon clean, not at all aware of how similar it was to when he licked the spoon at the diner, and got up to put it in the sink, before putting some wrap over his bowl of stew and getting it into the fridge.

On the one hand, he'd noticed Duo was more on edge about wastefulness than the rest of them, and on the other he was colony-born and as used to conserving resources as the rest of them. So the snotty little rich kid from L5 was not at all above having leftovers. "I hope you won't take my appetite as an insult, it was delightful," but his stomach just wasn't cooperating.

Duo most definitely tried not to watch what that little pink tongue was doing, but averted his gaze a little too late to notice. And a little too late to avoid the slight darkening of his cheeks. Luckily for him Wufei had gotten up to put the leftovers away which gave Duo a chance to sort himself out.

After a mental ass kicking to remind him that he wasn't supposed to be thinking thoughts like that, he twisted around in his seat and gave Wufei as reassuring a smile as he could. "Relax. I'm glad you're able to eat as much as you did. But if you gotta rest then go for it, Wu." He'd finish cleaning up and arrange the living room back the way it was. Duo could make himself useful while Wufei slept.

Wufei was not nearly with it enough to notice, which probably should’ve been taken as further indication that something was very, very wrong. “Thank you,” he replied, with another shallow bow before heading back up and into bed. Without even thinking about fixing the furniture himself. He was throwing up little red flags all over the place.

And he even managed to sleep once he was in bed again, curling up on his side and snoozing right up until dinner time, and only then waking because a mild storm had rolled in and he wasn’t used to the sound of rain yet. He was positively flushed when he sat up, rubbing a hand down his face, then over his neck. He’d been sure sleeping was supposed to improve things, but he felt much, much worse. He was even sweating, just from existing.

Duo watched, worried as all hell, but unsure what he could do to help Wufei. All he could really do was monitor the situation and if it got worse then he could do something then. He hoped.

In the meantime he went about cleaning. The things from lunch were cleared away and the rest of the stew refrigerated. He fixed the living room. And then for the hours where Wufei was asleep he pottered about doing whatever he could to keep his mind occupied.

When the rain began he ended up glued to the window watching. And when that rain turned to a storm, Duo was at the backdoor with a mug of tea in hand watching it. The sky had darkened and, if he was lucky, he got to see little flashes of lightning. The rumbles of thunder had Duo smiling and lips moving in a slow count until he got those flashes.

Colony born, he'd never experienced 'weather' until he'd come to Earth. And he loved it. Rains in particular where so damn powerful. Duo felt like he would almost feel the energy thrumming in his bones.

Wufei had managed to freshen up a bit, but he still looked downright rosy by the time he made it down to the ground floor. To find Duo standing in the doorway, gaping like a… well, he couldn’t think of what at the moment, his whole head felt like it was stuffed with cotton.

“You’re going to get struck by lightning if you keep standing in the weather,” he warned, voice so rough he hardly recognized it as his own. Wufei had been on colonies all his life, too, but rather than finding the weather enticing or beautiful he just found it fucking terrifying. At least when it came to thunder and lightning. He’d ridden out a monsoon in Nataku a few months back and the incident was not something he particularly wanted to repeat. It was like the Earth itself had been trying to fight him.

Duo near jumped out of his skin, tea sloshed out onto his hand as he spun around and cursed. He transferred the mug to the other hand and lifted his scolded finger to his lips. Wufei had given him a near heart attack. But when he turned to see the other, his heart almost stopped.

"... Buddy, you look like shit." Duo dropped his hand, set the tea aside and closed the door. He was a little on the damp side from standing so close to the rain but Duo didn't seem to care as he hurried over to Wufei. Immediately he'd lifted a cold hand to press against Wufei's forehead. His eyes widened. "... You're burning up."

He frowned tightly at Duo’s reaction, leaning back when the hand landed on his forehead. “It was too hot in the bedroom, and your hand is ice cold,” he insisted, trying to wave Duo’s concern away, even though he still sounded like he was trying to impersonate a bullfrog. “Besides, I don’t get sick. I haven’t come down with so much as a cold in more than three years, I’m not going to get sick now.”

He was conveniently forgetting that he was on a planet now, with all the mutating germs that implied, and none of the vaccines one would need for that kind of travel because his colony had been registered as uninhabited.

“I was going to try to eat more, if you’re done trying to kill yourself with lightning.”

"..." Duo let his hand drop but his brows kitted in a frown, he didn't look happy at all.

"Just because you've not been sick in a while doesn't mean you're immune to it. You look and sound like shit, Wufei. You've caught a damn cold at least. But hey, what do I know?" He held his hands up and backed away, only to drop them a moment later and take himself into the kitchen.

There was no comment on the lightning, he didn't think it needed one.

"Soup fine with you?" Canned, he wasn't skilled enough to make his own from scratch, nor had money enough for those kinds of fresh produce. "What about grilled cheese? You had that before? Those two go together." And simple enough to make and easy on a sore throat. Though Duo belatedly realised that Wufei probably wouldn't eat it all so maybe just the soup?

He swallowed heavily when Duo just walked away like that, and followed behind him like a little duckling. He knew he owed Duo an apology, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to say it. The truth was, he was sick, and despite his considerable bravado, he was scared. He’d always had someone to tend to him when he’d been sick before, and he quite simply didn’t know how to handle it on his own.

“If you wish to go to the effort of making something new,” he agreed, slinking over to the table and sitting where he could watch Duo work. “I suppose, even if I’m not ill, taking a small dose of medication wouldn’t hurt.” He didn’t even know what kind of medicine to take. He knew how to treat broken bones and severed limbs and exposure to nerve gas, but a cold? Or whatever the hell this was? Completely clueless.

"Making something easy on your stomach's better than forcing you to eat something that'll make you sick." He reasoned. The soup he could make for Wufei. The stew he'd eat for himself. It didn't much bother him what he ate. Food was, generally, just something his body needed. He didn't much care for it one way or another. Though... there were exceptions. Pancakes, for one.

He went about getting out a can of soup and got it warming in a saucepan before he turned with a glass of water and some pills in hand. Duo didn't have any medicine really. Painkillers were good for a lot of things though. Helping bring down temperatures, easing aches and pains and headaches. They helped with several different kinds of symptoms.

"Take these. We'll see how bad things are after that." Since Duo wasn't really sure what it was either. All he knew was when someone got sick, he paid attention.

Wufei nodded in reply, draping himself over the table in an unusual show of laziness as his gaze followed Duo around the kitchen. He straightened up a little when Duo offered him the pills, taking them without question and chasing them with the water. "On my colony, most of our medication is herbal," they generally didn't resort to drugs until the herbs had failed, partly to conserve resources and partly because it was a cultural norm they'd brought with them to space.

He leaned over the table again, half-empty glass of water spinning slowly in his hand as he tried to focus his attention. His head was starting to ache again, in an entirely different way from the morning, and after a few minutes, he just pulled the glass close to press it to his forehead. "What kind of soup is it?" he asked, mostly to fill the silence that felt like it was clawing at him.

"Sorry, I don't really know herbal remedies." And he wasn't really certain those kinds of things could even work, though he wasn't about to voice that and disrespect Wufei's culture. Maybe if he hadn't been sick he would have teased him over it some, but Duo didn't think now was the right time for that.

He'd turned back to tend to the soup so it didn't burn when Wufei called over a question again.

"Uh... tomato, if that's alright? I can hit the store again in the morning and get a better range if it's not good enough." And maybe a pharmacy to get a meds that would actually work and help Wufei.

Wufei hummed when Duo said he didn't know herbal remedies, closing his eyes as Duo told him what kind of soup it was. "I've never had it, but I'm sure it'll be better than Kathy's," he managed a small smile at the memory, forcing himself to sit up so he could sip more of the water. "I think she might've put lion hair in it just to spite me."

He really was still feeling awful, and a little woozy. "Thank you," he added, quietly.

"No lion hair here." Duo chirped, forcing cheer into voice. Least till he looked over his shoulder and saw the state that Wufei was in.

"Hey... hey Wu? Go sit in the other room. Get comfy. I'll stick the soup in a mug and bring it out." There was no point in sitting at a table on hard wooden seats if he wasn't feeling well. The sofa's might not have been the best but they were for sure more comfortable. There was even a little woollen blanket he could throw over Wufei's lap like a little old lady.

He might not have been a nurse or a doctor, or even someone as close as family, but he could at least do his best to take care of Wufei.

Wufei hummed, letting out a heavy sigh as he pushed to his feet, cradling his water to his chest as he did. "Okay," he agreed, much too easily, and shuffled out to the living room, lowering into the sofa.

He set his water on the coffee table and curled himself up on the couch, only to fall into a light doze as he waited for the soup. If Duo didn't actively try to be quiet enough not to wake him, he would rouse quickly enough.

If Duo hadn't been worried before, the obedient way Wufei just got up and was so agreeable would have done it. He watched for a moment before he shook his head and turned back to the pan to finish the soup.

It wasn't long really. Warming up soup was something even Heero could have done without messing it up. And as promised he poured the soup into a mug before taking it through to find Wufei was asleep. Duo felt bad for it, but he called out Wufei's name and snatched up the blanket from the chair as he passed.

"Here ya go." The blanket was draped over Wufei's lap before Duo knelt down in front of the couch and offered the mug. "... Wufei, you're gonna have to tell me what you're feeling, man. I can't help if you don't talk to me."

He roused easily, sitting up when Duo came in and rubbing a hand over his face. He sighed heavily as Duo knelt in front of him, swallowing heavily as he listened. After along gulp of water from his glass, he pushed down his pried and answered. "Feverish," he said, voice a little rough. "Tired, like I've been sparring with Yuy for three hours. Sore like it, too, and my head is pounding," which he punctuated by rubbing his forehead.

He didn't bother telling Duo that he didn't feel like eating -- he knew he needed to, and would force down as much as he could stand. "It's probably just a flu, but I should warn the others," if he was contagious before he showed symptoms, then they'd been exposed. If they were really lucky, the only person getting exposed was Duo.

Duo nodded with every symptom he was given and sighed.

"Alright. After you've had this, back to bed. I'm gonna go back out and grab some meds. Bed rest, fluids, keeping up on the pain meds, that's all we can do and wait this out. If you stay resting no one else'll have to know." Because if Heero caught wind of this, even after Duo had promised Wufei wasn't compromised, there would be trouble. "We've a week to get you better, Wu. I know it's tough, but just... lemme handle this, yeah? Let me help."

Wufei nodded, picking up the mug and bringing it to his lips for a long sip, letting out a soft sigh. "The flu shouldn't last that long, right? Just a few days." Especially with Western medicine helping to manage the symptoms, or so he hoped. "I'm sorry. If you catch it." And he'd do his best to return the favor of looking after Duo.

"Not sure. Think the worst of it'll be gone by the time we're assigned missions." He hoped so at least. Duo could only hide this for so long, after that it was up to Wufei.

"Don't worry about me." Duo gave a lopsided little smile. "I've been through worse. Lets just focus on you, buddy. We'll worry about me if it gets to that." Except probably not. If he caught whatever it was he'd just bully through it to carry out whatever mission he's put on. Taking more time off would be beyond humiliating.

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