Fast Eddie's [Saturday Evening]

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It had been a very trying few weeks, and so Bobby felt it was high time that he dragged a certain winged mutant out of the dorms to just... hang out.

And okay, even though he'd totally never admit it, even to himself, there was some overprotective hovering (although not literally, literal hovering was pretty much Warren's job) in there too.

But right now all that mattered were two things: one, this plate of nachos and cheese had endless refills, and two, he was totally kicking Warren's ass at Fatal Battle.

[ooc: for the winged one, but open for all your bowling/video game/nacho needs.]

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[wwiii]

And, you know, Warren was totally cool with having his ass kicked in video games? There was something strangely cathartic about watching your character get mauled in pixels.

Possibly the fact that it was Donny Rage getting beat up, and not, say, himself.

"You know, I'd probably be doing way better at this game if I knew what any of the combos were," he noted, casting a little smile Bobby's way. "I'm tempted to just start mashing buttons, to see what happens."

... That was how it was supposed to be done, wasn't it?

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"That actually works pretty well," Bobby admitted. Not that he ever got so into the game that he ended up doing that himself or anything. Really.

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"Good to know," Warren decided, before he started... well... mashing buttons. Mashing buttons like a button-mashing button masher. "How are we doing for quarters, anyhow?"

Look, he didn't generally carry change around on him. If they ran out any time this week, Warren was going to have to hunt down a bank machine.

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"Um," Bobby fished a hand in his pocket, coming up with a decent-sized fistful. "I think we're good so long as you're the one to spring for the sodas," he teased. Because, you know, a couple of cokes would totally send Warren into overdraft territory.

[wwiii]

Overdraft nothing. He'd be filing for bankruptcy. Honest!

"I think I can handle the sodas," Warren assured Bobby, smirking faintly. "And if we get sick of nachos, heaven forbid, we can get pizza or something. If they don't have it here, I'm sure Pizza Planet doesn't mind delivering to arcades."

It wasn't like it was horribly out of the way, or anything. Even for people who had to walk rather than fly.

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"Sick of nachos?" Bobby affected a look of horror. "Although pizza does sound good... aw, man!" he complained, as his character fell victim to a TOTALLY LUCKY FLUKE HIT from Warren's.

[wwiii]

That had totally been Warren's plan all along. Distract Bobby with promise of pizza, and then GO FOR THE JUGULAR.

He was catching on!

"I'll get a whole pizza just for you, to make up for that one," Warren offered. See? At least Bobby's loss wasn't all for nought.

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"Awww, you know just how to make me feel better," Bobby said fondly, leaning over to bump Warren's shoulder with his own.

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"Hey, it's the least I can do," Warren offered, with a little smile and a little sway, lifting one wing just enough to swat the back of Bobby's head affectionately with a few flight feathers. "Some things just cry out for pizza, you know."

And this had nothing to do with how Warren still felt kind of guilty for getting hurt in front of Bobby. Not that it was really his own fault, but nobody ever said that feeling bad about something had to be entirely rational.

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Well, Bobby's reaction to the other Warren's death had involved punching this one in the face, so... Warren didn't exactly have a monopoly on irrational, here. "Video games and pizza are definitely complimentary," he had to agree. "Now, if you'd gone and suggested something like escargot or calamari or something I might've had to frown at you. A lot."

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"See, now that you've said that, I might have to suggest calamari just to get that reaction out of you," Warren replied lightly. "Don't go giving me ideas, Bobby. That can never end well."

... But seriously, what was the matter with calamari as a snack food?

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Calamari as a snack food was fine if you were at some sort of... event. Bobby might go as far as to say it wouldn't be out of place at the Welcome Picnics, because those had some of everything.

...But at a video game arcade? Really, Warren. Really now.

"You would make me make this face?" he gave Warren a wide-eyed pout. "On purpose?"

[wwiii]

... Maybe? If it was properly deep-fried? With some... honey mustard? Or something equally nasty when eaten with calamari?

He was trying, here! But, alas, Warren had spent more time laying low through events than he'd ever spent in arcades, through his lifetime.

"Well, maybe not that face. But if you find mysterious calamari on your pizza someday..."

... That would be kind of awful.

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"Gross," Bobby made a completely different face at that thought. "...Though that's an idea to keep in mind if Namor ever stops by for dinner," he mused thoughtfully.

[wwiii]

Oh, Bobby. You and your wacky 616 pals.

"... Namor?"

Wacky, wacky 616 pals.

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Hey! Namor was apparently making a cameo in the Captain America movie, which meant he existed in the movieverse! So there.

"The king of Atlantis," Bobby said, completely seriously.

[wwiii]

Yeah, in Earth-199999. Warren was from Earth-10005. So there!

"... Atlantis is real?"

You learn something new every day!

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Yeah, but if he exists in one then he exists in the other. Because... because I say so, that's why.

"Yeeeeeep," Bobby nodded. "Haven't been there myself or anything, but yep." A pause. "Namor has wings too, actually."

On his feet. Yeah, Bobby thought that was hysterical.

[wwiii]

Well... Well... Warren never did get out much! So, hah!

"... Wouldn't that be kind of problematic, in Atlantis?"

Being all underwater, and all? Wings, in Warren's experience, were not terribly conducive to swimming. Unless you were a penguin.

Maybe Namor was a penguin?

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"They're tiny," Bobby said. "And on his feet." Yeah, that'd be a snicker. Because seriously. FOOT WINGS.

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".... Foot wings?"

Please, forgive Warren for just one moment, Bobby? He had to crack the hell up.

"Teeny, tiny little foot wings?"

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"Two of em on each foot," Bobby confirmed with a nod. "They're very... dainty."

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"Do they even work?"

Warren was trying to picture how in the world someone might fly, with tiny little foot-wings.

His mental image so far was coming up... upside-down. And possibly in circles.

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"Uh huh," Bobby said. His initial mental image had been... pretty much what Warren's was right now. And it had been a disappointment to find out that wasn't what happened at all.

[wwiii]

"That's ridiculous."

Also, they probably had to make little buzzing sounds, with as fast as they'd need to flap in order to lift a grown man. Like a hummingbird!

Bzzzz!