A bar in Baltimore | Friday Night

[knife_bender]

Diego was a pretty simple guy. He didn't require anyone to go all out for a bachelor party, which was why he was fairly confident Luther could pull it off without it being a complete disaster.

There was a bar. There was karaoke at said bar, and the added benefit of there being arcade games at said bar. Perfect way to get a bunch of dudes hammered the night before a good chunk of them had to leave on a trip overseas.

[For the dudes who better get off their ass and sing. Hold for some OCD We're good to go!]

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[carrythemwithme]

Look, Frenchie just didn't want to have to waste a perfectly good smoke bomb on distracting the people in this bar 'cause they had to flee or something.

Also, MM would be so annoying if they got in trouble for giving a child booze.

"Santé," Frenchie said, lifting his own shot in a toast before throwing it back. "You are Diego's petit frère?"

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[apocalypsehow]

"No," Five said with a snort. "I'm his grand frère."

Because that made perfect sense.

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[carrythemwithme]

It made zero sense, but Frenchie had been briefed on the fact that Diego's family was a little strange. (Of course, he'd only been briefed as much as MM knew, and MM did not know all that much.)

"You wear your age well, then," Frenchie decided with a wink. Was the kid joking? Did they have time travel or something in Diego's home universe? Was this some sort of terrible body horror thing? Who cared! Not this guy!

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[apocalypsehow]

"I can assure you that going through puberty a second time has not been a delight," Five replied, lifting his vodka in a little toast to thar fact.

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[carrythemwithme]

"But we will all envy your metabolism au demain," Frenchie noted, lifting his own drink in answer. "To be young again."

Frenchie was about thirty, so he was also being a touch dramatic.

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[apocalypsehow]

"You're still a kid," Five scoffed despite, you know, being the actual, physical kid here.

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[carrythemwithme]

"Less a kid than I used to be," Frenchie noted, shaking his head at the years gone by and all. "Though I doubt we need to worry. Monsieur Lait de la Mere will be waterboarding us for our own good soon enough."

He jerked his head towards MM to indicate who the hell he meant, because no one in their group could ever call someone by their given name.

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[apocalypsehow]

"Well, best of luck to him with my siblings," Five replied, eyeing him up like he needed to be sure he could kill him in a fight.

You know. Just in case.

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[carrythemwithme]

Five could definitely kill both Frenchie and MM very easily, provided he realized in time that he'd need to hold his breath against anything Frenchie threw out of his pockets.

"He has many of those small electrolyte packs, aussi," Frenchie informed him. "Me, I try not to let the hangover happen at all."

Just keep on drinking until you ran out of booze, and then it was time to get high. A sound strategy that definitely always worked.