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Who: Booster Gold/Michael Carter (

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What: Three manly men going to a manly bar for some beers. And a woman. Who doesn't drink beer.
When: Today. An hour after Michael and Wally's thread.
Where: At a bar in town...
Rating: PG-13? Idk I really suck at this.

Booster was lucky that Wally wanted to go to the bar of all places, because like Wally, Booster felt like shit and needed a drink, although for totally different reasons. And that just made him feel even more like shit since the first thing he should have done was console his friend, not... want a drink.

He hadn't expected to have told Wally about his unfortunate fate, but Booster couldn't help but feel cornered when Wally kept questioning him about Prime. The last thing he wanted was for Wally to publicly call out Prime, aggravate him, and start a fight. As much as he agreed that Superboy-Prime couldn't be left unpunished and free to hurt anyone as he pleased, he didn't want his friends sacrificing themselves. He hoped that the story he gave Wally would sink in enough for him to understand just how powerful Prime was. He hoped giving him such heavy news had been worth it.

After stopping by Ted's room and giving him directions, he left. He wanted to get to the bar quickly so that he could talk to Wally about what had happened without Ted there. His best friend wouldn't appreciate it if he found out, of course, but it was for his own good. Death was an uncomfortable subject, especially when you yourself are aware that you're dead. This was why Booster gave Ted the wrong directions, to buy himself some time. He made sure that the location he had given him was close enough so that he could find the proper one in no less than a half-hour or so. Then good times could be had, ... hopefully.

Garbed in his civilian attire, Booster pushed open the heavy door and stepped into the bar, doing his best to seem casual despite the stress of guilt and concern.

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Wally was, as well, garbed in his civilian attire. He ruined the man-date by bringing Diana, but he felt guilty for mentioning the plans in front of her and telling her she couldn't go. He felt kind of like the popular girl in school.

He sat at the bar beside her, drinking whiskey. Beer was too light for knowing your fate. Whiskey was way more dramatic. Like a cowboy.

Wally spun on his stool and faced Booster as he entered the bar. "Hey, Michael." He looked at Diana, then Michael again. "I brought her. She's in the same boat as I am, so... yeah." He gave Booster a look, then spun back around to face his drink. "Have a seat, Grim."

Diana, not bothering with anything but her impractical Warrior Bathing Suit, glanced down at Wally's drink with a look of distaste before looking down at her glass of water.

She'd considered ordering an alcoholic beverage, but thought over the possibility of any of the four of them being attacked during their outing. Four intoxicated heroes wouldn't hold well against a competent villain, and so she decided to abstain. At least for now.

She turned and gave Booster a confident wave, aware that he and Ted might not like the idea of her company putting a damper on the entire "Guy's Night Out" thing.

"Surprise."

“Hey, Wally. … Hey, Diana?”

He was surprised to see Diana there, but he really didn’t mine. He liked Diana, after all, and knew for a fact that she was way better comfort than he would ever be. Plus he liked looking at her. That was always a bonus.

“It’s fine. Doesn’t have to be a sausagefest to be a good time.” Wait. “I mean--”

He immediately dropped it, and tried to avert the attention away from his awkward sentencing. “Ted’ll be late. He’s probably gussying up as we speak.”

He took a seat beside Wally, leaning over to sneak a peak at Diana. “Nothing for you?”

Wally rolled his eyes at Michael staring at Diana. Then that reminded him to check her out himself, except he could do it a lot faster than Michael.

"Let her be. I have a feeling she'll made a worse drunk than I." He patted Diana on the shoulder. "Don't let him pressure you." He finished his whiskey, and ordered two more, finishing one of them right away.

Alcohol hit Wally hard, fast, and shortly. So he had to keep them coming. But sometimes it was hard to tell, and he wasn't that good at pacing. "Can I get a tall beer?" He asked the bartender, then turned to Diana. "Actually you should probably drink. Otherwise you're about to be really annoyed with me and I'll be embarrassed tomorrow. After Bruce, you're the last person I want to see me drunk if you're not." He looked at Michael.

"So...," He kept his eyes on Michael, "Diana, do you know who 'Superboy-Prime' is?"

"Oh," Diana ran a finger along the cold cup as she raised a brow at Wally. "So while I can change how I will receive your behavior, you cannot change how you will behave? What a determinist attitude." She glanced up at the bartender, tapping the table lightly with her cuffed wrist.

"I'll have some wine, then."

A little couldn't hurt. She had restraint, and even though she trusted and loved her male friends, she still preferred to drink in the company of women.

"I do, yes. Why?" She followed Wally's gaze over to Michael, a bit confused. "You didn't invite him too, right?"

Joke attempt.

Michael shrugged as Wally interuppted, straightening in his seat as he ordered some scotch. Even if Wonder Woman did end up ordering a drink, there was no way she was a lightweight. She didn't seem it, and certainly wouldn't allow herself to get to the point of being considered 'smashed'.

He watched Wally order more whiskey as he downed his own beverage, wondering how his current mood must have been. Probably not too good. Oops, his bad. Maybe he should rub his back to show that he cared... or ruffle his hair... or pat his shoulder. Actually, no, he'd just keep his hands to himself. That was probably the best display of platonic affection.

He almost choked on the scotch as Wally abruptly brought up the subject of Superboy-Prime. He clutched a hand to his chest as he swallowed thickly, composing himself, before setting down his glass.

"What?! No--! Why would I do that?!" He didn't catch the joke. He could never tell with Wonder Woman.

"No, no, he wasn't invited. I just wanted to know if you knew of him... because Mr. Carter over here told me earlier today that this 'Superboy-Prime' character brings on the fate of yours truly, Wallace Rudolph West." He finished his other whiskey, and started on his beer.

He set the beer down and looked at Diana. "And what I'm thinking is... what the hell should I do? Should I change it? Or should I fight him? Or no. I'm not suicidal or anything. But I'm not a pansy. What would you do, Diana?"

He turned to Michael and pointed at Diana with his thumb. "Check this out, she's going to fix all my problems with some wisdom of the Gods!" He muttered, but obviously she could hear him anyway.

She placed a hand on Wally's shoulder, giving an apologetic look to Michael.

"I think. . . " Diana started with a sigh, "that you should slow down with the drinking, and enjoy your time amongst your friends." She offered him a sympathetic smile, not wanting to disappoint or make him uncomfortable.

The news unsettled her, but less so than the fact that Wally was even considering doing something about it.

"This has no reflection on your pride. Besides, doing something here would not change your fate. Only the fates of those that may cross his path at Paradisa."

Wow, the mood was suddenly darkened considerably.

All Michael could do was awkwardly smile at Wally's joke, not wanting to offend him, but at the same time, didn't want to take the situation lightly. He clamped his mouth shut, unsure of what to say as a follow up to Diana. He didn't want to blurt out anything that would be inappropriate and either upset Wally more, or upset... both of them. He hated talking about the deaths of his friends; being from the future, he felt guilty about each and every death he should have remembered about from his history class.

He hesitantly placed a hand on Wally's other shoulder, nodding dumbly as Diana spoke.

"Yeah." He was trying. Really.

"I just don't know the right way to react. Buh who caressss!" He gulped more beer. "And as for you, Diana...." He faced her and squinted, "When did 'slowing down', and 'The Flash' ever mix?" He looked around the bar which was... pretty empty aside from them.

"Why am I the only one drinking?" He faced the bar. "Oh yeah, because I learned about how I'm gonna die today. I have like..." He looked at Michael, "What are you, thirty? I have like, nine years to live. And I'm not naive, you know, doing what I do. What we do, you know? And just losing Barry, that put it into perspective for me." He finished the beer and set the glass down.

"But it's just a crazy ass thing ta hear." He was half-lidded now. Staring off at nothing. "Don't know what's the right way to react. I'm not sad, I'm kinda pissed off, though, man... if I'm gonna die he should, too, at least. That's just the ultimate failure." SAD FACE. "Wait... I am kinda sad."

"I'm certain whatever you've done will not have been in vain." She looked thankful for her wine and took it gracefully. Diana knew how to be comforting, and knew what to do in these situations. However, was this really the time to engage him in a discussion on life and death? The entire prospect of it all was depressing to her.

"Is there anything positive to come out of this news for you, though?" She took a sip of her wine, giving an encouraging smile.

"It's not like death has not been transcended before in our League."

Michael reeled back a bit at Wally's emotional outburst, holding up a finger to the bartender for another glass. He turned back to his friend, reaching out to pat his back.

"You died a hero." He took his glass and held it up. "Who knows what would have happened if you hadn't stopped Prime when you did. You saved a lot of lives, Wally. I'm sure you were satisfied with how you went."

He hoped that sounded inspirational... maybe he could recite Coldplay lyrics and save himself from saying anything stupid. It's not like they'd recognize where it was from, anyway.

Wally raised his head at the two inspirational speeches given by his comrades. Then he turned to Diana with a skeptical expression. "Pfft! Only knowing that giving everything I've got, including my LIFE, isn't enough to beat this guy! That means someone stronger than me-- that means YOU'D probably have to die to kill that punk, Diana!" Wally poked her shoulder, wide eyed. "Please don't do it, Diana. He might just come back then you died for nothing like a tool."

He turned back to Booster. "I... am so fast." Wally didn't drink very often at all.

She almost looked offended. Almost.

"I don't believe I would." She took another sip at her wine, then brushed some of her hair over her shoulder with a free hand.

"Was this a good idea?" She looked over at Booster, too.

Luckily, just as their dark conversation came to an end, Ted entered the bar, looking... well, pissed, to put it simply. His brow was creased and his hair a bit disheveled, as if he'd been rubbing at it in frustration. It was a habit of his, when things weren't going as planned. And they certainly weren't -- having your best friend give you the wrong directions to a bar wasn't exactly something you'd be grinning about.

He rushed past tables, glaring at the back of Booster's head as he got nearer, then blinked and did a double-take when he saw Diana. God, she was beautiful. He didn't think she'd be here, and he'd been so out of the loop recently that he hadn't had a chance to speak to her in person, yet. And Wally, with two glasses in front of him -- was he drunk already? Maybe things really were going that badly at the castle for him. Poor guy, he hadn't even been there for that long yet.

The sight of his friends cooled him down and made him a little nostalgic when he finally reached the bar. He leaned on the counter casually, winking.

"Hello, my dear amigos," he said, pointedly ignoring Booster. If he had known about the serious discussion they were having before, he would have felt guilty, but for now he was out of the loop. "Sorry I'm late. Somehow, I ended up on the other side of town... I wonder how I managed that."

"And... so drunk. So quickly." He nodded toward Diana, suddenly second-guessing this whole idea. But Wally seemed to be becoming distracted. Maybe that was a good thing? It sure beat angry depression.

He swiveled in his stool as he heard a familiar voice, immediately perking up. "Ted! what took you so l--"

He faked a confused expression effectively, raising an eyebrow. "What? You got lost?"

He rose his pitch at the end of his question just high enough to sound like genuine curiousity. He hated lying to Ted, and maybe it wasn't the mature thing to do, but he was so sure that he did it because he cared about him. Ted would feel better left in the dark.

Wally smiled and slapped Ted on the back. "Ted! Ted Kord! You're the Blue Beetle!" He looked back and forth between Michael and Ted and sensed the tension. "You guys don' haff ta pretend you're not dating eachother in fron' o' me and Diana. We aren't gunna judge ya guys. Bruce prolly would, huh, Diana? Bruce scares the shit outta me, sometimes."

He stopped talking and heaved a big sigh. "What're we talkin' about though? Oh yeah, I'm gunna die and Diana thinks its a pos'tive thing and Booster thinks I'ma hero." He shrugged and looked at Ted. "I think I should just push this Pansyboy-Prime inta the speed force and say... screw you, man. Then come back to life instead of die. That'll prolly work a little better..." He nodded, thinking in his drunk mind that he totally solved the problem of dealing with Superboy-Prime.

"Then Claire will go on anuther date with me." He picked up his empty beer glass and looked inside of it, as if more drank would appear.

She gave Ted an inviting smile, thinking the entire experience to be so surreal. However, it was incredibly heartwarming to see Ted and Michael bickering in such a way. Diana began to switch off between her glass of wine and her water, trying to wash down the unpleasant taste, but almost choked at Wally's words.

He really was so inappropriate, honestly. Not that she didn't have her suspicions from time to time.

She found herself, however, frowning at the mention of Bruce. For a variety of reasons.

"Bruce doesn't concern himself with those kinds of things." She sighed, looking mildly exasperated (in a fond way, if it were possible) as he went on.

Were they really only going to talk about Superboy-Prime?

"Bruce isn't that scary."

She looked at Booster and Beetle for reassurance. "Right?"

Yup, Wally was really hammered. Ted winced at the slap on the back, then grinned, slapping his friend back, although not quite as hard.

"Yeah, it's me, and you're really, really drunk." He conveniently ignored the jab about him and Booster's relationship, and frowned at what Wally was rambling on about afterwards. Something about Superboy-Prime? "Wait, wait. Wally, are you saying you di--" He decided to stop there, in case this subject was heading to a very uncomfortable and heavy place. So, trying to shake it out of his head, he focused his attention on Booster and Diana, smiling warmly at the Amazonian princess.

"Looking great, as always, Diana. Hope these two aren't wearing you out too much?" Then he shifted to look at Booster, looking considerably less smiley.

"And yes, Michael, I got lost. It's funny, isn't it? You put down 917 instead of 179. Had to walk a lot, but you know what's great about that? I think I burned about a thousand calories." He grimaced, nodding at the bartender. "I'll take a light beer, please, I need to watch my weight."

He took a swig, sighing, and looked sheepishly at Diana. "And, uh... yes, Bruce is scary." He paused. "Very scary."

Edited 2009-06-11 05:57 (UTC)

"Wally," Booster also ignored the comment, following Ted's example, "I think you've had too much to drink. No more for you!"

He smoothed a hand over Wally’s shoulder sympathetically the ramble, feeling bad about having to dodge the entire topic. "We can figure something out about Claire. I mean, if you impressed her enough to have her agree to go out with you, I'm sure she's easy to please."

He blinked up at Ted, frowning. "Really? You probably read it wrong. Let me see." He held out his hand for the note he had given him, smiling at Diana.

"Nope. He's pretty scary.” He did his best serious face despite making the joke.

"Michael! Listen ta me. I date women. An' I don' jus' date women, I mean, I date women. And it's easy as hell for me ta get a date in Keystone, y'know? Cuz I'm a celebrity back there. Tha's why I like it when it's hard to get a date. When the girl is like... 'no!'. But I'm not a creep, like not a scared 'no'. Jus' like, 'no heehee'. You know?" He turned and looked at Diana. "You know what I mean, Princess. Like, she doesn't date anyone, and she's by far the mos' beautiiful damn thing I ever seen! Even more than Claire. Actually Claire's not even m'type. I like brunettes!" He pointed at Diana and winked. "I always got a crush on her since I was a kid, guys. I think the world does."

Then he just sat there, smiling. "I think I actually just need like anuth'r whiskey ta help me sleep or somethin'."

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