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( Apparently, Cable is a lot more of a dork when he’s younger, from what he’s seen and been told, but. Maybe that depends entirely on where and when he’s younger. Still hard to imagine him being any other way than the grump of an old man that he is. He wonders what Wade would think of the young Cable he’s briefly been shown.

Still, his gaze drops between them to catch sight of that bracelet he still holds and he smiles, warm and playful, as he looks back up amidst the closeness. )

I won’t tell if you won’t tell.

( Because that’s apparently what people do here. )

[This feels like the sort of thing that will come out eventually, but that's a problem for a future self, clearly. Present him is weak and incorrigible.]

Who would believe me anyway? [Wade says a lot of crazy shit, they might just think he's being his usual self. Not that Wade would be likely to say anything about this... probably. He gestures to the robot off to the side, currently just there staring ahead as there's no one else in the bar to put in an order.] You think it likes to watch?

[With that, Wade moves in quickly to kiss the younger man, hand reaching out to grab the back of his neck to pull him in closer.]

( The moment he’s pulled in for that kiss, the smile he wears becomes both playful and mischievous and he can’t help the quiet little hum he presses into it. He’s already wrapped them up in privacy on a telepathic level — he’d more or less done that the second they arrived here, but. He does it in a way that’s not so obvious. When a door suddenly slams shut on the telepathic airways, it’s a little noticeable to others like them. This? Not so much. Though he does gently wonder what Cable might think… not his problem right now though. Right now? He’s letting fingers curl into the front of Wade’s very loud shirt there and letting himself forget about everything and everyone else and just feeling this.

Playfully, he nips at the other’s bottom lip, brow pressed to his and he chuckles softly as he takes another kiss for himself, eyes sparkling with that playful mischief and the buzz running through him from the alcohol making everything feel lighter. Peeking an eye over there to the bot, he smiles brightly to Wade, lips more or less still pressed to his. )

Want to go somewhere else?

[Cable... that is the question. Wade doesn't know exactly. Because half the time, he doesn't know how the man feels about anything. He can only assume it will end with a knife in some unfortunate place for Wade for some reason or another. But it's not stopping him now.

He might not be drunk right now, but he's starting to feel fuzzy in his brain-- because of his blood rushing to other places, most likely. Making any reasonable decisions is going to get harder. Swallowing, he stays there, finally mumbling back against Nate's lips.]

Maybe. Got any ideas where?

( The buzz he has running through him is both light and electric at the same time. He’s aware of everything he says, everything he does. It just comes with less concern — less confusion or hesitation as he might normally feel in a moment like this. You know, until he starts to just go with it. Right now all he can really focus on are the happy little sparks buzzing around in him and how he wishes he could feel this more than half the other things he does; feeling everything from everyone else really just sucks sometimes.

Smile against Wade’s lips, he hums again, but this time a little more in contemplation than satisfaction. )

Apartments? There’s empty ones there. I can take us.

( Stuff happens back at the mansion, sure. But he doesn’t want to be there right now. He wants to be here. With this feeling. With no concerns. With Wade. Everything and everyone else can wait. )

[So this is really happening, huh? The way Nate's face lights up makes his stomach feel a pleasant warmth. When was the last time anyone had looked at him like that? Too long. That's what makes a lot of his concerns melt away.]

Abandoned apartments it is. [He nods, dumbly, reaching out to playfully tug one of Nate's long bangs.]

( Abandoned apartments it is.

Chuckle soft on his lips at the tug to his hair, he reaches for the pitcher of alcohol — what’s left in it anyways — and takes it with them as he pulls Wade along with him as he exits the booth. )

C‘’mon. I can get us there quick.

( And the way he smiles back at Wade as he tugs him along with him out of the bar is electric in its own way, brightness within him almost shining through. )

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