just let it happen, let it happen
Scanning the menu thoroughly, his index finger to the greasy laminated card as he went down the list of available options, Wade hummed in thought as he turned to the waitress, beaming at her from ear to ear as he asked for a pepperoni with extra cheese and a coke. Steven ordered a Hawaiian and a vanilla milkshake, promptly thanking the waitress and immediately checking his wallet to check he had enough cash to leave a tip.
Wade chuckled at him, taking their menus and sliding them back into the corner of the table, his fingers cornering the cards as he stacked them as neatly as possible on top of each other, his tongue pushing out of his mouth in concentration as he made sure they lined up with the edge of the table.
“So, I was thinking…” Steven began as his eyes flickered to the worn looking dukebox in the corner of the pizza dive, “I’m gonna absolutely batter you at Mortal Kombat after I’ve lined my stomach.”
“Is that so?” Wade cocked a brow, focusing his attention back to Steven as he drummed his fingertips restlessly on the tabletop - he was fun when he was competitive.
“Yep!” He stood up, walking over to the jukebox and selecting a track from the digital screen, thumbing in a few coins to the slot.
Let It Happen - Tame Impala
As he made his way back to the table he saw the waitress coming over with a tray and rushed over, his hands taking the tray from her and setting it down on the table as she was also balancing two larger plates on her arm containing their pizzas.
“Here, let me..” he offered, smiling at her softly as took one of the plates and set that down too.
She let out a laugh, shaking her head at him as he sat back down and she laid the other pizza on the table, “You’re mighty helpful, young man.” The older lady spoke, the corners of her eyes crinkling as she patted him on the shoulder and walked off to tend to another table.
Steven grabbed his milkshake, taking a long sip through the straw and smacking his lips in delight.
“This song is cool.” Wade said, grabbing one of the crispy pepperonis from the top of his pizza and placing it into his mouth, making an exaggerated moan in response.
Steven picked up a slice of his pizza and took a bite, swallowing it hastily.
“Ah, I have a fantastic playlist, you should know.”
Wade slapped two slices of pizza together, grease and cheese melting and dripping down onto his plate as he leaned over it, stuffing them both into his mouth simultaneously and gulping them down, barely even chewing.
“Mm. Cheesy,”
“How the hell did you just do that?” Steven blinked at him, finishing off his slice and then taking another sip of his drink.
“I used to watch a lot of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Fuck, I love those turtley awesome dudes. Imagine the team up!” he clasped his hands together giddily, stars essentially shining in his eyes as he gazed at Steven, who was chuckling in response.
“Seriously?”
“Well, yeah, but also I have zero gag reflex and I’m a glutton. I’ve been compared to a serpent before.” He shrugged his shoulders, holding out his greasy palm to the other man, “Can I have some change so I can put a song on pretty please my precious boy?” He batted his eyelashes at him, dipping his head for dramatic effect.
Steven snorted in response, handing him a few coins from his wallet, “Line up another for me too - Something In The Way - Nirvana”
“Ooh, wonderful choice,” Wade complimented, skipping off to the jukebox and fingering at the screen as he scrolled through genres, selecting Millionaire - Kelis, André 3000
“Oh yeah!” He shouted a little too loudly, spinning around on his heels and pointing at Steven, shaking his hips to the beat and clapping the air as he shuffled his way back to the table, not caring at all for the other diners in his way, other than tapping a few on their heads gently as he sailed by.
“You’re ridiculous,” Steven muttered, eating more of his pizza and giggling in response to the show.
Wade then continued his charade, singing the entire André verse of the song, pointing to the cheese on his pizza as he smirked,
Where there is cheese there are rats
Wherever there are rats there are cats
Wherever there are cats there are dogs
If you got the dogs, you got bitches
Bitches always out to put their paws on your riches
If you got riches, you got glitches
If you got glitches in your life computer, turn it off
And then reboot it, now you back on
Can't just put the cap on the old bottle
Once you pop it, that'll spoil it
Go on and drink it and enjoy it, uh
Mama, I'm a millionaire!
Steven clapped for him once he was done and Wade stood up, taking a chomp down onto a slice of pizza, letting it hang down his chin as he held onto it with his teeth, taking an elongated bow and garnering a couple of scattered rounds of applause from some of the other diners.
“Whew, let’s get this down us and smash some Mortal Kombat out!” Steven giddily grinned.
Wade nodded, finishing off his food and then picking up the little glass coke bottle, swirling it around before attaching his lips to the rim, tilting his head back onto his shoulders and tornadoing the entire bottle down his gullet. He wiped his hands off on his sweats and got up again, waiting for Steven to leave some cash on the table, and he dug into his pocket, pulling out a small keyring in the shape of a pigeon and placing that on top of the cash as his form of a tip. The other rolled his eyes in response to that and made sure to leave a nice tip also.
“Let’s do this!” Wade held is fists up defiantly, pulling the game tokens out of his pocket and inserting them into the machine.
Steven’s song choice came on there and then, spurring him on to wipe the floor with Wade.
Coming up beside him, Steven grabbed the joysticks and locked in on the screen. For a guy that didn’t play games he was surprisingly good at Mortal Kombat, they’d found out a while back.
“Enrichment time!” Wade chattered as he selected Scorpion as his character so naturally Steven chose Sub-Zero.
The game loaded in and the familiar “FIGHT!” flashed on the screen as Wade poked his tongue out in concentration, his brow furrowing as he got smacked the shit out of by Steven.
“Gah! Best of 3, as always. Loser has to uh… uh..” Wade tapped his chin, thinking before he decided on, “Open up emotionally for thirty minutes!”
He proceeded to get beaten for the next two rounds, the final round flashing up with a “YOU LOSE” on Wade’s side as he pouted, elbowing Steven as he sighed rattling the joysticks in frustration, “I’m better at other games!”
“And I’m not. This is enough satisfaction for me, mate.” He grinned sheepishly, “So when we having our therapy session?”
“I’ll have to check my diary.” Wade rolled his eyes, knowing full well that Steven wasn’t gonna let it lie and he was gonna have to have some form of discussion at some point about his current mental state. He liked to think he was more together than Steven and Marc, however.. he had to admit he was having a tough time recently and maybe opening up about it would help. Hell, what better person to do it with at that? Who needs to pay for therapy when you have fellow mentally ill friends!
Wade smiled at his thoughts, focusing back on Steven and nodding to the door.
“Let’s walk off this pizza. Can’t be getting fat now.” He prodded his stomach through his shirt, tense and muscular as ever as he headed to the exit, opening the door for Steven and allowing him to step out first before slinging his arm around his shoulder once he’d also stepped out onto the street and he began yammering on about a whole number of random things he’d read online recently including capybaras taking spa days and the fact that the McRib MAY be making a comeback as they wandered off down the street.