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jamjarThey're both approximately the same height and colouring, one gave the impression of being darker, while the other has a steadfast aura of tweed. Being able to give the appearance of wearing a tweed suit while wearing spandex is rarely listed as a meta-ability, but Wally is starting to feel that it should be.
"Who are you? How did you...?" He can see J'onn out of the corner of his eye, getting into position. And then he feels time slow down to crawl, because the two intruders are having one of those not-quite-arguments only married couples or Batman and Superman have, then Tweed-Guy looks at him and *smiles*.
* * *
The league has pretty strict rules about who's allowed up here. Wally's not *entirely* sure how the two new guys made the list. He's not entirely sure what their abilities are, bit it seems like the ability to consume large amounts of alcohol was apparently one of them.
He should probably be a little more curious about they managed to get that much alcohol up here, but not right now. He can't actually remember either of their names, but that might be because it's been a long time since he was this drunk.
Ah, he'll ask Batman about it in the morning, if he remembers.
"Thing is, it's like... it's like a thing," the darker guy says. Wally wants to say something about him wearing sunglasses on a *satellite*, but one of the ground rules of membership was you did *not* critics anyone else's choice of costume. Sunglasses pours something and Wally's pretty sure that it wasn't purpley-green when it was in the bottle, but J'onn's eyes go wide and he picks up the cup and drinks it, very quickly, before it can escape.
"A thing?" Wally says. "A thing, as in a *thing* or just a thing?" His own drink looks wobbly, but hah! Better not try and run away from *him*. Not when he's found the only thing to work since he got the force.
"Maybe you should be more specific, my dear," the other one says. "You know this is rather..."
"S a thing!" his friend insists. "S'about. Thing. Neutral ground. Away from watchful eyes."
"It's about his paranoia," Tweed whispers to Wally. "I've told him reading Orwell only puts him in a mood, but..."
"'M not paranoid! They are all--"
"But they're rather incompetent, dear boy. You really shouldn't get so worked up about it." Tweed's voice is just the right mix of irritated and scolding, and J'onn catches Wally's eye. J'onn was married; he probably knows fights like this from the inside. Wally feels something unpleasantly like sobriety rearing its ugly head, but neither tweeed nor sunglasses looks inclined to make with the magically appearing booze.
"We're not incompetent!" Tall, dark and sunglassed straightens up.
"Innately entropic. The eternal corruption inevitable makes your side fall apart. It's ineff--"
"If you say it's ineffable, I swear, I will give you such a--"
"Guys, this is all really interesting," Wally says, and *yes*, that's sober, "but we should probably get this place cleared up before Batman comes up for his shift." And... yeah, Batman doesn't exactly *tolerate* drinking on duty, and he isn't sure how the booze got up here anyway. There's something he's forgetting, something...
Tweed looks guilty. "You're right. I do--" He winces like he's sobering up too. "That is, we apologise for this. We've taken advantage of your hospitality. We just wanted to get away for a bit..."
"Not bloody paranoid," his friend ?not making the same attempt at sobriety--hisses.
Tweed rolls his eyes. "Again, we're very sorry for this."
"No problem," Wally says. "It's not like there's any real damage done," he adds, because the room is clear and bottle free, even though he's sure he packed away a few dozen himself.
Tweed smiles and Wally feels really happy for a moment. He's not quite sure what it is, except it's close to the feeling of hitting 240mph on the ocean, when there's just cool water beneath you and cool sky above you, friends and family somewhere above or below, and it seems like a perfect moment, stretched out across the sea.
"C'mon, Angel," the other says. "I need a proper fry-up."
The tweed guy --Angel? Is that his codename?-- gives another apologetic smile and they both disappear.
Hangover gone, and no harm done to the Tower, Wally smiles. "I guess no harm do--" Wally starts to say, then stops.
J'onn looks at him, smiles and melts into the table.
"Who are you? How did you...?" He can see J'onn out of the corner of his eye, getting into position. And then he feels time slow down to crawl, because the two intruders are having one of those not-quite-arguments only married couples or Batman and Superman have, then Tweed-Guy looks at him and *smiles*.
* * *
The league has pretty strict rules about who's allowed up here. Wally's not *entirely* sure how the two new guys made the list. He's not entirely sure what their abilities are, bit it seems like the ability to consume large amounts of alcohol was apparently one of them.
He should probably be a little more curious about they managed to get that much alcohol up here, but not right now. He can't actually remember either of their names, but that might be because it's been a long time since he was this drunk.
Ah, he'll ask Batman about it in the morning, if he remembers.
"Thing is, it's like... it's like a thing," the darker guy says. Wally wants to say something about him wearing sunglasses on a *satellite*, but one of the ground rules of membership was you did *not* critics anyone else's choice of costume. Sunglasses pours something and Wally's pretty sure that it wasn't purpley-green when it was in the bottle, but J'onn's eyes go wide and he picks up the cup and drinks it, very quickly, before it can escape.
"A thing?" Wally says. "A thing, as in a *thing* or just a thing?" His own drink looks wobbly, but hah! Better not try and run away from *him*. Not when he's found the only thing to work since he got the force.
"Maybe you should be more specific, my dear," the other one says. "You know this is rather..."
"S a thing!" his friend insists. "S'about. Thing. Neutral ground. Away from watchful eyes."
"It's about his paranoia," Tweed whispers to Wally. "I've told him reading Orwell only puts him in a mood, but..."
"'M not paranoid! They are all--"
"But they're rather incompetent, dear boy. You really shouldn't get so worked up about it." Tweed's voice is just the right mix of irritated and scolding, and J'onn catches Wally's eye. J'onn was married; he probably knows fights like this from the inside. Wally feels something unpleasantly like sobriety rearing its ugly head, but neither tweeed nor sunglasses looks inclined to make with the magically appearing booze.
"We're not incompetent!" Tall, dark and sunglassed straightens up.
"Innately entropic. The eternal corruption inevitable makes your side fall apart. It's ineff--"
"If you say it's ineffable, I swear, I will give you such a--"
"Guys, this is all really interesting," Wally says, and *yes*, that's sober, "but we should probably get this place cleared up before Batman comes up for his shift." And... yeah, Batman doesn't exactly *tolerate* drinking on duty, and he isn't sure how the booze got up here anyway. There's something he's forgetting, something...
Tweed looks guilty. "You're right. I do--" He winces like he's sobering up too. "That is, we apologise for this. We've taken advantage of your hospitality. We just wanted to get away for a bit..."
"Not bloody paranoid," his friend ?not making the same attempt at sobriety--hisses.
Tweed rolls his eyes. "Again, we're very sorry for this."
"No problem," Wally says. "It's not like there's any real damage done," he adds, because the room is clear and bottle free, even though he's sure he packed away a few dozen himself.
Tweed smiles and Wally feels really happy for a moment. He's not quite sure what it is, except it's close to the feeling of hitting 240mph on the ocean, when there's just cool water beneath you and cool sky above you, friends and family somewhere above or below, and it seems like a perfect moment, stretched out across the sea.
"C'mon, Angel," the other says. "I need a proper fry-up."
The tweed guy --Angel? Is that his codename?-- gives another apologetic smile and they both disappear.
Hangover gone, and no harm done to the Tower, Wally smiles. "I guess no harm do--" Wally starts to say, then stops.
J'onn looks at him, smiles and melts into the table.
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Date: 2005-01-12 08:59 am (UTC)He's not entirely sure what their abilities are, bit it seems like the ability to consume large amounts of alcohol was apparently one of them.
*loves*
And you made it make *sense*! I feel I should be using more exclamation points.
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Date: 2005-01-12 09:13 am (UTC)Glad you like it, and sorry it took so long to post.
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