Girl All The Bad Guys Want

Neil was beginning to doubt his plan with much disdain as he gazed out the window into the dimming sunst. Somehow, the two had been drinking heavily for hours, just sitting back and watching whatever the Hell was on with a bit of idle chat. Well, at least Wade was. Apparently. Yet, still he clinged to his awakened state. There was only so much god-bothering drunken stupidity Neil could take from another human being. He rarely drank on his own, finding that being subjected to mind-numbing chemicals to be a not-so-attractive idea. Neil started to become extremely frustrated with Wade's tolerance for raw alcohol and kept glancing towards the kitchen knives delicately placed on the wall-mounted magnets that held them in place.

Oh, wait, he was now forcibly clanging their glasses together.

"To mothers!"

"...Everyone's got a Mother!" He offered.

"Your mom's got a mother! WHOOoooooo...!"

The amount of energy that was put into the man's face to stretch his grinning mug could power the entirety of Time Square for days as he watched his now very, very drunk acquaintance slump his head back on the couch, giving into unconsciousness. Now was his chance. Neil waited a few moments and stood up upon hearing the steady sound of Wade's light snoring. He frowned slightly at his fellow man but quickly turned to walk to the sealed door of where his prize lay in waiting.

Oh, how he just quivered internally with excitement as he thought about her wide-open muzzle practically inhaling-

"No more pickles, Mr. Hensworth! No more!"

Neil froze in place. He could almost feel Wade's drunken gaze drift lazily over to him, of where he stood. He knew everything about what he was in that moment was suspicious. He also knew that this could get ugly. Fast.

"Yo, Neil." Wade began. "Whatcha doin'?"

He turned his body only just. "I...well, you were making such a racket before you passed out and...maybe you woke her up?"

"Who are ya..." Then his eyes flashed with reminiscence. "Oh, right! Rainbow!"

"...Yes."

"Let's see if she's up."

Neil inwardly slapping himself was the only response he offered.

Wade stepped around his friend or rather, stumbled around him. He knew he may have a little too much to sip on but hey, sometimes you just lose count and before you know it, you're plastered. He generally had a quick-to-hit metabolism, so he wasn't too worried about the monster of a hangover he was going to suffer in the morning. With a wobbly hand, he gave the door a swift push, realizing then that he had to turn the door knob first. He could feel Neil's glare burn through him at that. He only chuckled.

The wooden board creaked on it's hinges as the room was splayed out before the two men. She had barely moved at all during the whole time. Wade still had no idea of how she got there in that park but he recalled the rather extreme impact zone that surrounded her in the rain, so it must've been quite an intense fall for the little blue pegasus, he figured. Wade could only smile into the room at her, snuggled up in his bed like that, she was almost too cute to exist...if you ignored the broken wing protruding from the covers and into the air like a waving flag. He turned to his buddy, who oddly enough, wore a frown on his grizzly features. He shrugged it off, Neil was weird.

"Guess that answers that question. Still out cold." He remarked, shutting the door on her once more. As soon as he did, the shorter man spoke up, a serious look in his eye.

"I think we should move her to my house."

Wade was taken aback. "Wha...?"

His lips narrowed into a thin line. "I said; I think we should move her to my house."

"Why?"

"You regularly have guests, don't you? I don't. It's simple logic."

"...I don't have to have guests, Neil. She'll be fine right here. I pro-No, I Pinkie promise."

Then his eyes sharpened. "Is this really the time for joking?"

Wade scratched the back of his neck. "Sorry. Seemed appropriate." He waved his hand. "But dude, relax, I won't let her be seen and Hell, what if she wakes up in the car? Don't you think it'll be easier to ease her into whatever the fuck's going on if we weren't in a moving vehicle, with windows, transparent windows, that people can look though?"

Neil shrunk back into himself at that, seemingly without a rebuttal but that didn't stop him from gritting the edge of his teeth for all the world to see.

Wade let a hand fall onto his friend's shoulder. "Besides, wouldn't want her to wake up to your collection of fleshlights with pictures of her on 'em, would ya?" He grinned.

Neil brushed his hand off with as much malice as he could manage.

"C'mon now, it's getting late. I'll give you a call if she wakes up."

"NO!"

The taller man back off at his friend's outburst and was more confused than annoyed at this point. Still irritated though, no doubt about that, no one appreciated being yelled at.

Neil caught himself before silence reigned. "I mean, I'd like to stick around a bit longer. If that's okay...buddy." He forced his cheeks to smile.

Wade took a moment. "Uhhh, sure! I guess." He said, walking back to the couch. "Reckon they gotta have some good movies on at this time."

"I'll bet."