open post;; yeah why's it so fuckin' funny dickwad?

[hypochondrias]

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[hypochondrias]

Which it turns out Steve does, you mean, even if it is your account - whoa.

[ eddie stops just inside the lounge, eyes slightly widened. it's more like a restaurant than anything one would ever see inside an airport: all tall windows, synthetic leather seating and florescent lighting. but there's a bar, charging outlets eddie doesn't have to fight teenagers for, a restaurant, and according to a sign on the wall, showers.

he entertains the impure thoughts that immediately pop up in his head long enough to nudge richie with his elbow when he approaches. ]

Showers, huh?

[trashmouthing]

If ya nasty.

[ richie puts his hand at the small of eddie's back to guide him to the bar, though. because priorities. ]

[hypochondrias]

[ given the chance to shower, eddie might take it. even if he hasn’t been on a plane yet. but richie's singleminded in another direction, and where he goes, eddie follows. right up to the bar, where he grabs a menu, barely able to control the way his expression falls. ]

Eighteen bucks?! It’s like we’re... fuckin’ downtown or some shit. [ he studiously avoids a bartender’s eyes. ] Choose wisely, young Jedi.

[trashmouthing]

[ richie, on the other hand, beams at the bartender once they're both seated. an hour isn't that much time, he reasons, so a drink and some snacks wouldn't be terribly out of the question. plus eddie's stinginess is wildly endearing when richie's own natural instinct is to set big piles of money on fire early and often. ]

Two mules, we'll have. [ convincing yoda voice and everything, as if eddie hadn't said young jedi. he turns to eddie again as the woman behind the counter nods and starts to prep their drinks. ] Hey, do you remember SkyMall?