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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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"Yeah? We'll let em try. They'll have to get through me first." There was more than a hint of anger in Duo's tone right then. If there was anyone out there who dared give Wufei shit for this, Duo would give shit right back.

They'd all failed missions. All fucked up. All of them had found a way to punish themselves for it. Wufei had chosen the bottom of a bottle to drown himself in. That was his choice. And given the alternatives it was pretty tame. Most definitely nothing worth mockery.

Wufei didn't usually go for the drink, but this mission had gone especially bad, and most people thought he had a stick up his ass, that he was deserving of failure once in a while to take his arrogance down a peg. They didn't realize that the so-called arrogance was more of a defense mechanism than anything. Keeping people at arm's length so they wouldn't hurt him. It was a lot easier to manage than he wanted to admit.

Duo's anger, though, that had his smile coming back, and he poked Duo's shoulder again. "See? Good egg. I should bury you in salt."

"Huh?" Just like that the anger went away with the strange phrase.

"Are you just drunk or does that actually mean something?" Because Duo had never heard the saying before and it was kind of amusing.

He laughed again. "To preserve you," he replied, giving his head a little shake. "You should pull over."

"Uh, right. Doing that now!" He didn't need to be told twice. Since the road was pretty quiet he had no problems in easing over and pulling up at the side of the road.

Duo would be very grateful if Wufei didn't vom all over his car!

Duo was fast enough to ensure that he didn't. Wufei pushed the door open as soon as the car stopped, leaning out to empty his stomach. When he was sure he was done, he spat into the grass and put his seat back in the upright position before closing the door again. "That," he croaked, "was worse coming back up."

Duo had twisted in his seat and stretched out a hand to gently rub Wufei's back. Being sick was the worst. As if you didn't feel bad enough, your whole body would then do it's best to turn insight out. He felt for his friend.

"Least it's out now." Duo took back his hand once Wufei was settled in the car again, but he didn't immediately set off. "You sure you'll be okay? Maybe... Maybe we should find somewhere closer to crash for the night?" He'd planned to head to a safe house. But a motel would be just as good.

He nodded in agreement as he leaned his head back against the seat. "I'm okay," he assured, rubbing the back of a hand over his mouth. "Eating might be a good idea, though," something to cut the burn of the vodka if it did decide to revisit him a little more.

Duo nodded and turned back to the wheel and started up the car again.

"I think I remember a diner around here." Whether the food was good or not he had no idea. But if they had all day pancakes he'd be a happy guy.

As long as they had some form of bread, Wufei wasn't going to complain. Toast and coffee sounded like heaven right then, and he didn't even like coffee. "Why do they call them greasy spoons?" he asked, watching Duo as he drove and wondering just how much more he was going to regret that vodka in the morning.

Duo grinned at the question and gave a lazy kind of shrug.

"Because most of them have the basic hygiene of a sewer rat? But pretty sure it's just a name you call a cheap fast food place these days. Still, gotta be careful which ones you go to." You could usually tell just by the look of the place if it was going to give you something extra going in there. And since they weren't desperate, if Duo didn't like the look of the place he'd drive right past and find another.

Luckily enough, when the diner appeared in the distance it was well lit which was a good sign. As they got closer he could see cars in the car park and people inside the diner. That was also a good sign so he relaxed.

"Disgusting," he replied, and grinned at Duo. "That's a good word, too. Fucking disgusting. Like coffee. I want coffee." He was just saying everything that entered into his head right now, apparently. "Put enough cream in it, so it looks like your hair instead of mine," and he reached out to snag the end of the braid and wave it through the air like a paint brush.

He couldn't help rolling his eyes then, but he was still pretty damn amused by Wufei. Drunk Wufei was nothing like he'd imagined he'd be. Somehow he'd always kind of assumed he'd be a miserable drunk. This was different. It was highly entertaining. And a little worrying. It was a good thing Duo had found him and not someone else...

"Coffee is fucking disgusting but you want it? And hey, oi, don't go grabbing a guys braid without asking!" Duo laughed, but there was no heat to his tone. It's not like it hurt or anything. He watched Wufei out the corner of his eye, waving the end of his braid around.

"Mmhmm," he agreed, letting the braid go when he was 'scolded' for grabbing it. "Isn't it supposed to sober me up?" he asked, shrugging his shoulders. "Medicine always tastes awful, that's how you know it's good for you. Has anybody ever grabbed it, in a fight? I never let mine get that long, I worried about people grabbing it, but they used to. They used to grow it long and braid it so it looked like a whip." He was fluttering from one topic to the next like a butterfly going from flower to flower, wherever his drunken brain took him.

He didn't often drink as much as he had, and he'd never been drunk around someone he could trust to keep him safe. It was a nice feeling, being able to let go and just exist in the world for a little while. No fear, no shame, no anger. Just him, more open and honest than he'd probably ever been with anyone -- especially himself.

"Yeah, they have. Usually the last thing they do." Duo flashed a feral kind of grin Wufei's way, then immediately switched to amused and laughed. "But I usually tuck it down the back of whatever I'm wearing to keep it safe." As he spoke he was already turning into the diner car park and quickly found a spot.

"I've used it like a whip once." Duo admitted. "Didn't work. I looked like an idiot. Luckily it shocked the asshole enough it stopped him from shooting me long enough I could shoot him instead!" Now ask him how many times he'd accidentally whipped himself! The answer was far too many to count. Turn around too fast and it'd come zooming around with him and hit him on the nose.

"People used to grab your hair too? Or... you mean used to grow their hair long? That something you wanna do, Wufei?"

Wufei laughed again, because that was exactly the sort of thing he would've expected from Duo, and imagining it was at least half as good as actually seeing it. "My people used to grow their hair long," he agreed. "Sometimes I think I should. To honor them, and just to see how it looks," he reached back, running a hand over his ponytail. "Do you think it would look nice, or just stupid?" It was hard for him to imagine himself looking any different than he did. He pulled down the visor to look at himself in the mirror, tugging his hairband free and ruffling his hair loose around his face. "Oh, look. I'm fourteen again," he snorted.

"So used to your hair like this I kinda..." Duo trailed off with a shocked blink. He could count on one hand the amount of times he'd seen Wufei with his hair down. It was always a shock to the system because of just how much it changed how the other pilot looked. He'd go from severe to delicate looking in seconds.

Without quite meaning to, Duo reached over to take a lock of the dark hair between two fingers and have an affectionate little tug.

"Pretty sure you'd look good no matter what you did with your hair." He blinked. "Besides shaving it. Don't do that. It'd be a crime I'd never forgive ya for."

He smiled as Duo touched his hair, giggling a little at the notion of shaving his head. "I'll only do that if I start going bald, like Master O," he replied, voice suddenly softer as his gaze stayed on Duo's hand. "I used to wear it like this, before the war. All the time. Glasses, too."

Duo let his hand rest on Wufei's shoulder, still keeping the lock of hair between his fingers and gave it another delicate tug.

"What made you stop?"

"War," he replied with a little shrug. "Gets in the way when it's down," and it had just turned into a habit when everything was said and done. "I still wear glasses, but only for reading." He leaned towards the tug, just a little. "I don't have them with me, they like to break on missions."

Duo grinned then. "You think yours'd get in the way? Imagine me rocking up to a mission with my hair down!" It'd be a mess. And the knots he'd have to deal with when everything was said and done would make him want to end his life.

In all honesty he was surprised he'd made it this far with his hair intact. The worst he'd gotten was a little singed. "Heh yeah, best keeping things like that safe. Missions aren't that."

He laughed again at that, shaking his head a little. "It'd turn into a cape," he replied. "I have a pair in my go bag," but his go bag was gone, lost on the mission somewhere, luckily without much cash in it -- just his clothes, glasses, a couple of fake IDs with aliases that he'd have to report as compromised.

"Are we flirting?" he asked suddenly, realizing that they were just sitting there in the car, in the parking lot of the diner. Talking about hair and glasses and... well, he wasn't good with this sort of thing, he didn't know what it meant. If it meant anything at all, other than how good a friend Duo was.

"Yeah it would." Duo laughed along with him. At the very least he knew he'd have the shock factor if he had ever done that. Who would ever expect a guy with ass long hair to drop out of a Gundam and shoot the fuck outta them.

He laughed again at the question and finally released the lock of hair he'd been playing with. "Nah, you're drunk, Wu. I'd be a massive asshole if I tried hittin on you when you were like this, when you might not even remember a thing tomorrow. But you said you were hungry?" If he'd had any indication that Wufei was interested, Duo most definitely would have flirted. But being drunk? Duo couldn't do that to him.

"I am very drunk," he agreed with a chuckle. "But I don't think you are capable of being an asshole," he decided. "And flirting is just flirting until it isn't anymore," he shrugged, and since Duo mentioned food, he untangled himself from the seatbelt and managed to get out of the car without falling over. In fact, he almost managed to walk in a straight line.

Oh he was more than capable. He could be a Grade A Asshole. He could be cruel and vindictive. He could be downright evil if he wanted. But to his friends? Loveable idiot all the way. Unless they pissed him off. Then he'd think of inventive ways to be a nuisance. Heero could attest to that.

Duo watched Wufei get out of the car with a strange sense of loss. Maybe he shouldn't have tried to be a gentleman there? But in his heart he knew it was the right thing to do. Drunk Wufei was much cuter than Sober Wufei, but what one did and the other did were very different. He didn't want to lead one astray only for the other to never speak to him again for taking advantage of his weakened state.

Now... if Sober Wufei still remembered what happened this night...?

Duo's lips twitched into a small smile and he climbed out of the car too. Locked up up and walked around the other side to gently grab Wufei's elbow as he walked. "Just lean against me. I'm here to help, remember? And treat you to pancakes. This place looks like they have em. Unless you're a waffle man?"

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