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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 was silent for a long moment, making sure his brain had the time to process what was being said before he settled on a reply. "I almost was," he said softly. "If J had retrained me, it would have stripped away my emotions. I would be better."

"Better? Dude, buddy, no. Just no." Duo had dropped his hand from his cheek now and leaned forward. He still held his bottle of soda in his hands but he hadn't opened it yet. Just rolled it between his hands, elbows resting on his knees.

"Not having emotions is bad, okay? You gotta feel to be human. Not just pain and shit but... But happiness and joy and... I dunno, love and passion and sorrow and anger and the whole mess that normal people get to enjoy. You think it'd be better if that bastard stripped all that away from you?" he sighed and cracked open the bottle and took a deep drink of it, all while kind of wishing it was something stronger. The caffeine was a good thing though.

"Maybe I'm just the idiot for giving a shit when you don't... Heh, maybe I should ask him to retrain me too..." Help him kick that pesky habit of caring too much.

Heero frowned, ready to argue the point, right up until Duo flipped the script on him. The idea of Duo, of anyone, undergoing that kind of training made him sick. "NO!" The word popped out louder than he'd intended, hands clenching on the bear in his lap.

He had the decency to look a little sheepish. "No," he repeated, softly this time. "The training is..." he dropped his gaze, paused to find the right word. "Inhumane."

"Oh yeah...? Its inhumane. But okay for you?" Duo looked over then, it was a small victory but he most definitely thought he'd scored a point there. Or at least proven one.

"We're both soldiers here, Heero. Both fighting the same damn war. What makes you so damn special you have to sacrifice your humanity? What happens when the war ends and you start missing it?" He pushed himself back and stretched out his legs to cross them at the ankles.

"Look... The point I'm making is... You gotta look after yourself, Heero. I can try and do it. But if you don't help me, how the hell do help you?" because he wasn't a medic. He knew the basics. He knew how to stitch up a wound. But he didn't have much here to help concussions and broken ribs and internal injuries caused by broken ribs because Heero couldn't keep his ass still.

He looked away when Duo scored that point, letting out a soft sigh as he listened. "My life has no value," he replied softly, looking up at Duo again. "That's why I can be used as a weapon. It doesn't matter if I get broken, as long as it hurts the Alliance, too." He said it with such steely conviction, like he believed it all the way down to the marrow.

"Street rat. No family. No future. Not even a name of my own." Duo replied coldly. "Who the fuck are you to talk to me about having value?" Duo...wasn't actually angry though. While his voice was icy his gaze was surprisingly calm and calculating.

"You've value, Yuy. Even if it's just as a weapon. But let's throw a curve ball at ya. How about as a friend? Are you allowed to have those?"

Heero frowned tightly at Duo, but he didn't argue. He knew that tone, how seriously Duo was taking this -- and it was just one more layer that didn't make sense. "No," he replied, matter-of-factly. "They are a weakness."

"I see..." Duo nodded, laughed quietly and took a long drink of his soda. "Then I guess fuck you too, Yuy."

A weakness. Maybe. But maybe sometimes it was worth being weak?

That headache was making his head throb and the dumb logic had Duo feeling his braincells were literally falling over dead from the stupidity. J had done a real number on Heero. And if he ever got his hands on the old bastard he'd throttle him.

Heero's gaze dropped to the floor as he mulled that over, nudging it around in his mind like a dog sniffing a new bone. "You're a weakness," he decided softly, pulling the bear out of his lap to look at it. "I've collected several since coming here."

Duo was taking another drink of his soda, almost draining the whole bottle, when Heero spoke again.

"You're an idiot." Duo called over to him. "Friends aren't weaknesses. They're strengths. They're reasons to fight. Reasons to keep on fighting. To get up every mornin' and keep on goin even when everything feels hopeless." At least to him. He was fighting for a future where they could all live and be happy. Friends was a big part of that.

Heero grunted in what almost sounded like agreement. "I won't be needed, if I survive the war." He would die fighting or be executed if they lost, which meant they had to win if he expected to live. He wasn't even sure if he would like to.

"I couldn't kill Relena," he said softly. "Or you."

Duo considered throwing his bottle at Heero's head, but didn't because of that concussion.

"You really are an idiot. You will be needed. We'll fucking need you. The five of us. Who the hell knows what we've all been through? We're gonna need each other, Heero."

At the next part, Duo blinked. "... And that's a failure on your part, huh? You still want to kill me, Heero?" Duo asked just as softly. Wondering if he needed to be sleeping with one eye open tonight. If he slept at all.

His hands squeezed the bear again. "I never wanted to," he replied, letting out a soft sigh. "I don't like to kill," getting the words out was almost painful.

Booze and sickness made Wufei honest. Possible brain damage did the same for Heero. Now wasn't that just something?

Duo gave a much heavier sigh, finished off his soda and pulled himself up out of his chair with apparent effort. Once up, he took himself over to the sofa and dropped back down again, this time at Heero's side. Duo...he was a glutton for punishment, apparently. Which was what made him hook an arm around Heero's shoulder and pull the guy into a one armed hug at his side.

"Heero, buddy. None of us like it. Despite what the media tells everyone we're not all psychopaths." And he called himself the God of Death, not because he went around killing, but that people he loved died around him. "It sucks. But if it means that there are kids out there having fun and living normal lives, I'll do what I need to. If it means one say we'll see peace... It's worth it. Which is why you need us, Heero. Going alone'll break you. But havin someone to lean on?" he gave him a little squeeze around the shoulders, mindful of the ribs. "It helps."

Heero watched Duo come over, plop down next to him. He considered what Duo said carefully, and, yes, when squeezed, he shifted a little to lean against him. "I killed a kid. By accident," he said softly, holding the bear up so Duo could see. "I was careless with the explosives, a suit tumbled into a residential building. It... injured me." He couldn't think of any other way to put it. Something inside him had broken when she found that little girl.

"Well shit..." Duo couldn't help it, he held Heero a little tighter then. A kid. There was always that fear of collateral damage, they all tried to minimise it as much as possible but mistakes could be made. They tried not to think about it. Clearly Heero thought about it.

"I'm sorry, Heero." his tone had gentled now. The hand on Heero's shoulder rubbed slightly. "But it was an accident. I'm just... The kid had a bear like that, huh? That's a good way to honour their memory you know? Keepsakes. That way they don't truly die, if someone's around to remember them."

Heero nodded, looking down at the bear and running his hand over its head. "Her name was Mary," he murmured, letting himself accept the comfort that Duo was offering. Maybe it was the concussion, or knowing that he wasn't the only one needing or wanting comfort, but he was willing to accept it, for the time being.

"When the war is over, I'm never going to kill again."

Duo knew this record already. He was well versed in the procedure here. Offer support. Listen to what has to be said. Pretend it never happened the next day. If the other even remembered. And with Heero's head injury who could even tell? He sure didn't. For now he'd be here and let Heero lean on him a little, get the feelings out, and then he can go being a stoic grump with a stick wedged firmly up his ass.

"Then maybe name the bear after her? And... yeah. I hope you don't have to." He hoped he didn't have to either. He had a standing offer with the Sweepers he could always fall back on, if his dreams of opening a petting zoo for llamas falls through.

Heero nodded, and hugged the bear to his chest again. "Mary," he agreed softly. "Thank you," he knew Duo considered this sort of thing normal, but it still meant a lot to him, that Duo was willing to do it. It wasn't something he'd gotten much of, as a child. Even with his parents, who he could hardly remember anymore, it hadn't been the sort of childhood that was anywhere near normal.

He straightened up a little, just so he could look at Duo properly. "If we win, we won't," he said firmly, like believing it strongly enough would make it true. "We can be people." Instead of weapons, machines, robots, perfect soldiers. He'd fight any war if he would get to be human when it was over.

Duo did think it was normal. But he wasn't dumb enough to think this was normal for Heero. Or Wufei. Even for Trowa. Quatre... was a whole other story. Duo understood what a big deal this was which was why he was taking it seriously and not cracking jokes. It was why he'd took a risk in sitting next to Heero and offering him his side, offering him some level of comfort while Heero dealt with what he was feeling.

He just didn't expect this to be a common occurrence or something that would be acknowledged in the light of day.

When Heero pulled away, Duo let his arm go lax, loose enough that the other could move with ease. Then he blinked at him, the corner of his lips twitched into a smile. "The hell is all this 'if' business? We're gonna win, Heero. We're the good guys, remember? Good guys gotta win. So we can be people. So we can get our happily ever after too." Because by gods they deserved it.

Heero couldn't stop himself from smiling in reply, letting out a quiet hum as he nodded his head. "When," ha replied, and he actually smiled at Duo. And it wasn't even a creepy smile, it was one that made him look his age for a minute. Maybe, one day, they'd get to be regular kids for a while.

Wouldn't that be weird? Heero chuckled to himself, getting to his feet. "You should rest, too."

Okay, well that was an image he'd take to the grave with him. Heero freakin Yuy had smiled at him. No calling him an idiot. No scowling, growling or grunting. An honest to goodness smile. And Duo was helpless against it. He smiled right back. No, no it was safe today he damn well beamed right back. A broad and happy smile followed by a low laugh and a mock salute as he watched Heero get up.

Duo just folded his arms behind his head and let his eyes close. "Yeah yeah, I'll rest up soon. You call me if any of those symptoms get worse, alright?"

Heero nodded and promptly took himself upstairs, treating the orders to rest like they were actual orders for once. Once he was out, he was staying that way for far longer than he normally would have.

Wufei slept a slightly more reasonable amount, curled up in the bed with his panda for a good eight hours before he finally cracked his eyes open again. He felt like he was doing nothing but sleeping, but he supposed that was because he was sick. And freshly vaccinated. And maybe a little irritated from how much he was aching after said vaccinations.

After Heero had left for bed, Duo had remained where he was for a good while. He didn't sleep, he was kind of wired if he was honest. His thoughts kept chasing each other, round and around in his mind. So much had happened in the last week. So much new information. And now this with Heero? It was crazy. And yet, there he was, sitting in a dimly lit room staring up at a ceiling and suddenly feeling an overwhelming sense of loneliness.

It was what finally made Duo get up.

He made a circuit of the house. Checked everything was off, checked all the doors and windows were closed and the security system was activated before he took himself upstairs. He hit the bathroom first. Did what he needed to, changed into pyjama's and then slipped silently into his bedroom. Wufei had found his way back into his bed again. Duo smiled tiredly and crept closer.

When Wufei awoke it would be to find Duo curled up behind him, deeply asleep.

He rolled over when he realized he wasn't alone, and couldn't help smiling at just how out Duo was. There was a brief, fleeting thought that he should get up, go make Duo something to eat, but he was not a stupid man, he knew how that would end.

With him probably on the floor, Duo flustered and irritated and worried, and... instead, he just stayed put, snuggled himself into Duo's chest, and waited for him to wake up.

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