bakerstreet | it's been a while but I'm still thinkin' Arby's

[One of those prized coils of perfectly seasoned fried potato fluffs disappears into Nicky's mouth and he smirked around it.]

Shall I trade you a sip of my float, then?

What kind is it?

[ He's not against that trade but he wanted to know what flavor. If it wasn't chocolate Booker wasn't interested. ]

[Totally using a fry to point at the three cups in front of him in order.]

Vanilla, orange creme, and chocolate. They are all exceptionally disgusting in a very delicious way.

[Don't judge him, he's tipsy and they sounded good. Besides, for as scrawny as he was, no one could deny how much food he could put away.]

Bon.

[ He grabbed the chocolate and took a very hearty drink. It was painfully sweet and actually kind of hurt his teeth but it was perfect. ]

I think that's more sugar than I need in a week. It might not even be real sugar either.

[ The salty taste of curly fries will counter that. ]

[He also shoved a beef and cheddar sandwich over, tapping at it with a pointed finger.]

Eat more than just fries. Protein is good for you, mon amie. And their au jus is actually quite good. Salty.

[Said by the sweet fiend who oh so casually snagged his shake back and downed three long pulls.]

Don't lie to me. None of this is good food. Even drunk I don't believe that.

[ But Booker will eat anything put in front of him. Starving in Russia had that lingering effect on him. He picked up the sandwich and took a bite. ]

Alright, it's not awful but we've eaten better. Remember the steak in Brazil? Oh, divine.

[He snorted, an undignified sound that he probably wouldn't have made if it wasn't for the alcohol loosening his tongue.]

Sometimes there is beauty in the garbage,
sì? The safe house in Berlin, 1903. Do you remember the feast we made in that rat's nest? Absolute garbage, but quite tasty. Much like this.

Shit, I had forgotten about that meal. That was incredible for such a shit hole.

[ When he could get Nicky drunk Booker did it without remorse. He was a lot of fun drunk. ]

We need to go somewhere with good sea food. Real sea food. We've been landlocked for too long.

[As long as he never got actually drunk, that is. Actually drunk Nicky was morbid and surprisingly dark. He didn't much like himself when he was drunk.

No, much better to stop just when the alcohol touched his senses and made him a little easier in his skin. It was a harder balance to keep and far too much effort than it was worth, but it was fun while it lasted.

Like his fries. Which were now gone. Someone ate his fries.]

Genoa. [Of course. Though, he did have the kindness to at least smirk at himself.]

[ If anyone can appreciate morbid and dark it was Booker but he knows that it wasn't Nicky's favorite way to be so he didn't push. Just got him drunk enough to loosen up a little. ]

Always with Genoa. There are other places to get good seafood.

[ Booker was not happy about this. They'll have to get more before they leave when sobered up appropriately. ]

And they're just as good.

And where would you suggest? Bordeaux?

[Another snort and Nicky rolled his eyes as he reached out to grab for the half melted orange shake. It was mostly gone and he closed his eyes as he finished it off with a slightly indecent sound.

Only slightly. It got worse, however, when his eyes suddenly snapped open and the cup hit the table a little harder than it maybe needed to.]

Oh..noisettines du Médoc....

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Bordeaux.

[ Booker's eye roll could probably be heard by Joe and Andy wherever they are. ]

Bordeaux he says. Like an idiot. Marseilles! The old port has the best fish. You are not wrong about the nuts though.

The nuts are why I remembered Bordeaux.

[He nodded, setting the newly empty cup on the tray with all of the rest of their debris.]

Marseilles, he says while calling me an idiot. [He huffed, rolling his eyes and scowling.] Like good seafood could come from France...

A part worth remembering but not much else.

[ Booker threw up his hands and leaned back in his seat, glaring slightly at Nicky. ]

France has some of the best seafood. Do not lie to me and say you do not love a good bouillabaisse. I know you'll be lying.

Mannaggia ai francesi...

[He muttered it under his breath, but he was grinning as he said it, fondness just as clear as annoyance in his tone.]

Will you lie to me and say you do not love a bowl of acqua pazza with a thick, crusty bread...

Baise les Italiens.

[ It's a friendly rivalry. ]

It only has fish in it. Your people can do better than that. Squid ink pasta I will agree is a triumph. But your bread? Not as good as a baguette.

[He laughed. Not a chuckle or a half hidden chortle, but a full on laugh that shook his shoulders and made him grin enough to show teeth.

Reaching over, he clasped a hand on Booker's shoulder]

We do not do this enough, mio amico. We should, as you say, 'hit the town' more often.

When the stars align and we have downtime between work where we don't have to hide we'll do it.

[ He considered the debris on the table with a little frown. ]

Although, perhaps with better food next time.

[He didn't quiet laugh again, but he was still grinning like a fool as he reached out to start cleaning up their mess. Just because it was a shitty fast food dive didn't mean that they had to behave like children.

Though he did flick a balled up straw wrapper to hit the space between Booker's eyes.]

Sì. Something not French or Italian. Maybe Moroccan? Moroccan food coats the stomach nicely...

[ The only reason he didn't dodge in time was because he was drunk. Otherwise he would not have gotten hit. That was what Booker would tell himself. ]

Oh, Moroccan's good. Indian too I think is excellent when drunk.

[ They really should find better food but the point of this night wasn't the food. It was a good time with friends. Now, they can stumble home more sober than before. ]

[Don't be too insulted, Booker. Nicky is a sniper, after all. A mildly intoxicated sniper, but a sniper nonetheless.

(a.k.a., sorry for the unintentional godmod.)

With everything on the tray, Nicky stood and took a couple of steps to judge if he was quite steady enough before he picked it up and headed for the waste bin. Home sounded nice. Maybe even better than more fries.

Though, was anything better than Arby's curly fries?]

Come, mio amico. Our pillows await.

[ No, he deserved it. Booker wouldn't be able to dodge sober. His reflexes are quick but he's more raw force than dexterity. ]

Yeah, yeah, one minutes.

[ Booker walked confidently to the counter and with his most charming smile ordered another six curly fries for the road. Now they have enough for themselves and everyone at home. ]

We shall return triumphant.

[Demolitions suited him well.

That rare, bright smile returned when he listened to Booker place the order. Behind the counter, the poor cashier was just looking between the two of them like she just couldn't even be bothered. That look only intensified when the 'younger' man came over to look his arm through Booker's and let out a stream of Italian telling Booker exactly how awesome of a friend he was.]

[ The cashier will have one hell of a story for the next shift about the drunk sugar daddy and his boy. Booker would laugh if he knew that's what she thought of them.

He slid his arm around Nicky's waist because they've lived together for so long personal space didn't always exist. Once they got their food he tipped the cashier and walked with Nicky out the door. ]

Now, we cannot eat these until we get home. We have to restrain ourselves.

[Personal space? What was that? He didn't fit himself into Booker's side like he would have Joe's, but he happily rested his forehead against his shoulder while they waited for the fries. And when their bag finally came and Book led the way out by his waist, Nicky still someone managed to turn and seal the poor cashier's fate with a wave over Booker's shoulder and a 'ciao!'.

He was absolutely not even remotely drunk enough to not know the picture he was painting. The little shit head.]

Aww, Booker. Can we not share just one?

[Like he hadn't already eaten enough to sink a small ship.]

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I am sorry for this idiot. XD

i mean book's not much better

True. Also, I'm now hungry. XD

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