[open] said, you can go sleep at home tonight

[unlostsoul]

Characters: Teddy/Throne (child_proteus), Billy/Want (unlostsoul), and OPEN to all.
Date/Time: November 20th to sometime next week.
Location: All around in Vegas [The Wilderness].
Rating: VERY MUCH UP IN THE AIR, APPARENTLY. Will be updated as we go.
Summary: Throne and Want emerge from their suite to see the sights of Vegas and get some chores done while they still have

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[unlostsoul]

Want rolled his eyes and reached out to give Throne a little push as he checked over his shoulder again, though not nearly hard enough to make him lose his balance. "Man," he said, "in what way could this possibly be my idea? Because either I have seriously repressed that memory or this was all you."

But despite any and all outward complaints, Want wasn't totally dreading fulfilling Item #12 on their list. At least, he wasn't now that he saw the place. It wasn't really bad. They'd past over a lot of really, really sketchy looking places, enough that Want was starting to think that they should amend #12 to getting drunk in private, with the possibility of lewd consequences, but then they'd stumbled on this place and, yeah, it wasn't bad. Just upscale enough that Want didn't feel like he was at risk of catching Hep-C just from breathing the air, but still enough of a dive that he didn't have to worry about breaking anything.

He was just getting comfortable enough to start worrying about the fact that he had no idea what he liked to drink, when he noticed someone hunched over a beer at the far end of the bar. And maybe they'd only met once but it was pretty obvious who it was. Want reached out and grabbed Throne's sleeve, giving it a tug to draw his attention to what was behind him and then scooting passed, down the row of stool to say hello. Once he got near enough though, a strong whiff of copper and decomposition hit his nose, and he had to pinch it to keep from gagging.

"McQueen?" he asked, making a face. "What the hell?"

[crossroaddeal]

McQueen's head lolled to the side and his gaze moved like molasso from looking into the beer to looking up at the familiar face of Want. The grin still plastered to his face.

"WANTY!" He cheered, slapping his hand on Wants back and nearly pushing him into the bar. "I'm so glad your here! Where the hell have you been?" McQueen said still patting Wants back but much more gently now. He was glad to see him, and knowing that Throne couldn't be far away just made him happier. Though he was pretty sure the sober part of him wanted to yell at him and Throne, but right now McQueen was feeling good and warm.

Sure he was only on his fifth beer and McQueen was no light weight, but he'd been at a couple other bars before this one. Though he'd never admit it McQueen had been drinking quite a few those blue sugary girly drinks.

"Here sit, sit ,sit. I'll buy you a drink, let me buy you a drink." McQueen ushered him into a chair, "Bar man! Another round." McQueen said, shouting to the plastic mannequin on the other side of bar. While doing so he looked up to see the blonde that had come in with Want.

"THRONEY!" He shouted, and slipped off his stool.