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

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You've just walked into an Arby's!

The only rules:
1. All characters enter drunk.
2. They're thinking Arby's.

Optional link to Arby's menu
FOR AUTHENTICITY!!!

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[transfuge]

[ Booker considered for a moment. He was very good at figuring people out and he knew everyone very well. It wasn't hard to imagine the two of them. ]

Andy will be cleaning some weapon. Joe will be sketching. Probably be wearing one of your sweaters.

[ They all love each other fiercely and sometimes that translated to sex. Booker still felt that sleeping with Nicky or Joe would disrupt something in their relationship or in himself. It was hard to say.

One day, maybe it'll happen. ]

We'll return with fries and eat together and drink and tell jokes and reminisce until the tension is gone and all it better.

[peace_inthe_violence]

[Maybe.]

I hope so. I do not want have to break up a fight between them.

[The unspoken 'again' remained that way as Nicky tucked his hands into his jeans pockets. Getting in between Andy and Joe when they were at odds with one another was like stepping between two lions.

And about as painful.

He was really coming to hate this job. Of course, the jobs that included children, even in the smallest capacity, were the hardest on all of them.

He was quiet for the rest of the walk, though he did duck into the bodega as they passed it. A jar of feta stuffed olives for himself and a pint of dulce de leche ice cream for Andy.]

This should appease, yes?

[transfuge]

[ Booker followed, grabbed a bottle of whiskey, and a thing of dates for Joe. ]

If they're still at odds I'll let Andy kick my ass with a sword and you can calm Joe down.

[ Fights among them are rare but they do happen. They're all strong willed, stubborn people. Of course they clash. They always make up in the end though.

They're family. At the end of the day they love each other. Booker will put himself in between the two if it's needed. ]

[peace_inthe_violence]

[He chuckled, but it was a short lived sound. Between the fresh bottle of whiskey and the prospect of walking in on a fight, his good cheer of the evening was leveling out to something more his normal level of contentment. Not bad exactly, but not as carefree or relaxed as he'd been all evening.

Paying for his items, he quietly thanked the man who rung him up in his own language before heading back outside.]

They'll be fine. I bet they've settled already and we will just be coming home with fries and treats.

[transfuge]

Nothing distracts from frayed nerves like alcohol, grease, and sweets.

[ Booker nodded his head at the man before he paid and then followed Nicky. They don't have much longer to go before they're back at the safe house. ]

There's a lot to be said for food and bringing people together.

[peace_inthe_violence]

There is a reason that the breaking of bread was considered a peace offering for as long as it was.

[He glanced over to the other man, expression amused and open.]

Perhaps not quite as much alcohol, but it does help. Sometimes.

[transfuge]

Aren't you from a time when water was unsafe to drink? Why do you hold a grudge against alcohol? It saved lives.

[ He was just teasing. They can have a serious conversation about Booker and drink another time. ]

[peace_inthe_violence]

[That managed to pull a chuckle from him.]

True enough.

[Oh, look. The little apartment was still in one piece. That was a good sign, right?]

[transfuge]

[ Booker hid his explosives. The apartment was never in any danger. ]

See? They haven't killed each other. You were worried for nothing.

[ He got the door for Nicky and made a grand gesture for him to go in first. ]

[peace_inthe_violence]

[Never underestimate Andy's ability to cause massive amounts of destruction.

Smiling a little at the offered door, Nicky slipped past without asking if he should be concerned about Booker thinking he was a woman with manners like those.

Inside the apartment, the air had settled a little and Nicky's shoulders eased a little as he handed over the ice cream before leaning down to press a kiss to Yusuf's cheek.

The job could start soon and as soon as it was over, they could all relax.]