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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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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.

He didn't know what he'd done to deserve Duo sticking by him like this, but it did strange things to his chest and had him smiling softly as he lifted the mug for another long sip. "I am not very good at worrying, but I will try," he agreed, gazing into the soup for a moment before drinking more of it, like he was challenging himself to chug it. Mostly because he wasn't hungry at all, but he knew he needed to get as much down as he could stand to. "I'm not very good at sharing, maybe that will work with this. I'll keep it all to myself."

Duo chuckled and pushed himself up to his feet only for him to turn and sit down beside Wufei.

"Even if I get it, it won't matter. But since you're not good at worrying, don't worry bout this." He gave his friend a wide grin. Duo wasn't dumb, he could tell Wufei was making himself eat. And he was proud of him. As hard as it was, food was needed to heal the body. Food, water and plenty of rest.

He smiled for Duo, leaning over a little to bump their shoulders together. "Why're you so cheerful about me being sick?" he asked, but there was warmth in the question, as he forced down another sip of soup. "I thought we were friends, but here you are, taking joy from my suffering. Is it because I'm just nicer when I'm ill?"

Is that how Wufei was seeing him? Duo supposed it was better than the alternative. He was scared. Seeing a friend this sick was doing things to him that he wasn't proud of. But if he kept moving, if he kept laughing and joking around then he could try and outrun those thoughts. And maybe Wufei wouldn't notice just how much his hands shook.

So he laughed brightly and leaned in to lightly nudge Wufei back. "Nah man, I'm not taking joy! Just trying to keep your spirits up, y'know? It's just the flu, it'll suck and then you'll wonder what all the fuss was about! You'll be fighting fit before you know it."

It helped that Wufei's powers of observation had flown the coop already. He felt like he was on a space walk, without all the beauty and adrenalin that came with it. He chuckled in reply to Duo's words, giving his head a little shake. "I certainly hope so," and Duo's cheer, at least, had him feeling more confident about his own odds.

It was just a simple, run of the mill infection. Nothing to write home about. He managed to finish the soup, setting the mug aside with a sigh. "I suppose I'm relegated to a bed, then?" He was so tired he just wanted to lie down right there on the couch and be done with it, but it was certainly less comfortable than a bed.

"It'd be best if you had rest, yeah. I mean, you can sleep down here for a bit if you want, but bed'll be better in the long run." Duo was almost tempted to drag Wufei's mattress down to the living room so he could keep an eye on him. Or drag his own into Wufei's room so that he could be there in the night if he was needed. As it was he already had plans to camp out outside of his room, just in case. Duo just hadn't informed the other pilot yet.

Wufei nodded, letting out a quiet sigh. "Okay," he replied, and pushed the blanket aside so he could get to his feet, taking the mug back to the kitchen to give it a rinse. Even sick, he was responsible.

Then he trudged up the stairs, closed himself into the bedroom and crawled into bed to pass right back out again. A deep, restful sleep despite the fever and discomfort. He slept through the entire night, waking with the dawn again. He wasn't feeling any better, as he slid out of bed and shuffled towards the door.

There was a mirror, over the dresser, and when he got a look at himself his whole body felt like it had been plunged into ice water. Little red spots, all over his face. He made his way to the door, engaged the lock, and grabbed his phone to text Duo.

You need to leave. Now.

Duo didn't stop him. Could have, but didn't want to get into an argument. So he sat there and waited until he heard Wufei's bedroom door close. Then he went about cleaning the rest of the dishes. He made himself a sandwich and then headed out to stock up on more meds, things he asked for were all for flu-like symptoms so he felt confident when he returned that he was armed enough to fight this with Wufei.

But that now left him with the rest of the day to contend with. So... He cooked some more. Portioned out those things so he could freeze them and just take them out as needed. Simple soups that would be easy in Wufei's stomach.

As the sun was setting he went and got a shower before he brought out two pillows and dropped them beside the wall next to Wufei's door.

Duo was quiet. He settled down and remained in guard for the night, in case Wufei would need him or his fever got worse. It was nearing morning when Duo, despite his best efforts, began to drift off. The chime of his phone woke him before he could really fall asleep.

After rubbing at his gritty eyes, he checked his phone with a deep frown. Instead of answering he pulled himself up to his feet and knocked on the door.

"Wufei? The hells going on in there? I'm not going anywhere."

The chime of the phone, right on the other side of the door, nearly scared Wufei out of a year's growth. Not that he had a year left to live.

He swallowed heavily, gazing at his face in the mirror. It took him a moment to get control of himself enough to trust his voice. "I'm dying," he said, more than a little relieved at the steadiness of his words. "It's pox, Duo. All over my face. You need to leave or you'll catch it, too."

What?

Duo's blood ran cold as he reached for the door. Locked. Now he was angry.

"Wufei... Open the damn door before I kick it in." deceptively calm was his voice, a clear warning sign. Duo didn't care what Wufei thought he had, he needed to see for himself to be sure. If it was something bad then he'd call in support. There was no way in hell he was leaving Wufei alone like this.

Wufei swallowed heavily, going over to the door and taking a moment to gather his reserves. "Alright," he said softly. "But don't come in. Just, just stay there. If you catch this..." he'd never forgive himself.

He took a deep breath, unlocked the door, and backed away to the other side of the room. "Okay," he called. He was pale, with his face flushed and covered in little red dots. His expression was tense around his lips and eyes, an attempt to conceal the terror that was trying very hard to strangle him.

Duo waited. When the lock clicked and the door opened, he counted to five and then strode inside only to find Wufei had backed away as far as he could. He scowled and walked straight up to him.

"Sorry, but in this I'm not taking orders from you." and with that he reached out, grabbed Wufei and pulled him right into his arms and into a tight hug. "You're not gonna die, let's just get that clear first." Duo's voice was low but firm. "Soon as it's open again I'll go and get more stuff. But... I'm not letting you die, okay? And I'm not plannin on dying anytime soon either. Not to something like this. Just trust me, Wufei?"

There was a flash of actual terror on his face as Duo pulled him into the embrace, punctuated by a whimper that escaped before he could stop it. Once he was in Duo's arms, he gave up on fighting and trying to keep Duo away. He was exposed now, properly, and there was nothing to be done.

Reluctantly, he returned the embrace, closing his eyes tightly as he fought down tears. "It's plague, Duo," he replied miserably. "The survival rate is not exactly inspiring," but knowing that he didn't have to face it alone, even if it was the end, was a comfort that he couldn't bring himself to voice.

This close there was no hiding the shudder Duo experienced when those words were spoken. The plague... The thing that had terrorised his younger years. One of the first of his traumas. The thing he didn't talk about. Duo's arms tightened for a moment, near crushing Wufei to his chest, before he made a conscious effort to be gentler.

"It's not." Duo promised, voice a little rougher than usual. "It can't be... It'd be on the news if it was here. Its... I don't know. I'll look it up but it can't be..." it couldn't have followed him here. It just couldn't have. It couldn't be taking someone else he cared about. Duo wasn't going to just lie down and let that happen. "I'm not letting you die, Wufei. Not now. Not ever."

He returned the almost painful squeeze when he felt that shudder, pressing his face into Duo's shoulder. He didn't trust his voice, so he nodded instead and took a long, shaky breath. "Thank you," even if it was false hope, it was still hope and he would cling to it for as long as he could.

"This is a hell of a hangover," he added, hoping he could lift Duo's mood at least a little.

The little shit got the laugh, even if it was a bit on the choked side.

"You don't do things by halves, that's for sure." Duo sighed and turned his head to rest his chin against Wufei's. He brought a hand up to even stroke his hair, doing his best to be as comforting as he could. All things he remembered from a certain nun he used to know.

"You're gonna stay on bed though. I'm gonna drag my mattress in here and sleep on the floor." there was no arguing with his tone, he was going to do it whether Wufei liked it or not. But first he needed to find out more about an illness that caused red spots. There was a memory tickling the back of his mind but he needed to be sure.

He relaxed when Duo managed to laugh, that more than anything comforting him. "No, I don't," he agreed thickly, relaxing as Duo's hand slid through his hair, still down from having been in bed, but snarled for the same reason.

"Okay," he agreed easily when Duo decided they were sharing the room. "But you're already exposed. You could just take half of my bed," it was a queen, and plenty large enough for two relatively small young men to share.

He didn't mind that Wufei's hair was that knotted like that, it gave him a reason to comb his fingers through it to loosen them up a little. It was just as silky as he remembered.

Duo pulled back a bit then, frowning. "You sure about that? If you're sick the last thing you need is another heat source being so close..."

"I'm sure," he replied softly, letting his gaze meet Duo's for a long moment before he continued. "When I was young, one of my parents would stay in my bed with me when I was ill," and then dropped his gaze. It would be a comfort, but he wasn't quite bold enough to ask for it outright.

"That musta been nice." He spoke as gently as he could, because he couldn't relate. Duo was sure he'd had a mother, but whether she'd cared enough to sleep with him when he was sick as a baby he had no idea. She'd not cared about dumping him on the streets as a child so why would she have given a shit about him being sick?

"Alright... If you're sure, we can share." He pulled back a bit more to give Wufei a much better look. The spots covering him looked sore. "But first, tell me how you're feeling? Does it hurt?"

"It was very nice," Wufei agreed, giving Duo's arm a gentle squeeze as he pulled back, too. "The same as yesterday so far, tired, achey, feverish, no desire whatsoever to eat..." he sighed and shrugged.

He reached up without even thinking about it to itch at his cheek.

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