Today was one of those days. You know...THOSE days. The days where you just don't wanna do your job and instead slack off. Speaking in the case of Wade, however, everyday was one of those days. The giant man had just managed to sneak away from the base and was now just wandering about the kingdom of Baterilla, the only thing noting his Marine status being the blue Marine symbol on the band of his top hat. He wore his usual choice of clothing: a white vest and a black dress shirt underneath, black slacks, and black dress shoes. Upon his hands were fingerless gloves and within his left one was his cane. His dreads were all about his shoulders, moving about as he walked. Knowing he couldn't afford being caught once more for slacking off, Wade trying to find a place where his commanding officers would have a hard time finding him. After a couple of minutes of searching, he eventually came to a strangle familiar rundown bar. Not taking any chances, he made his way inside.

It was...quiet to say the least. Numerous strong, rough men were situated at the tables, talking quietly amongst themselves as they drunk their beer. Seeing as the main counter was hardly inhabited, Wade calmly made his way to there, carrying his trademark smile with him. He sat next to a young man with blonde hair, not really noticing him as the barkeep approached the two of them. "What'll be?" The man asked. He had light skin and a handlebar mustache. He must've been in his late 40s. "Got any soda?" Wade would ask, earning a strange look from the barkeep before slowly nodding.

Byron seemed to survey the area when he noticed a rather dapper man with a strange ensemble entering the bar, who looked rather...Interesting to say the least. He stood out amongst the crowd around him, as someone different. With more poise, and certainly a rather.... "Different" look to say the least. Though the man appeared to be....Rather white even as well.Coming off as a rather... Different Individual to Byron. Conveniently sitting next to him and ordering what appeared to be "a soda".

....A soda?Of all things in a bar, his curiosity was certainly piqued right about now. Why Hello there~.He would say in a soft voice to the man who had sat down next to him. I couldn't help but overhear your rather, unusual request. I take it your not a drinker it seems?If so, why are you at a bar of all places?You seem a little too classy to be in a dump like this.The Okama sized up Wade with a careful analytical gaze. The man was definitely rather....Classy to say the least.

Wade turned to the source of the voice and was greeted with a rather fetching young man. His eyes were light blue and his hair seemed more blonde than what Wade previously noticed when he first arrived. Though somewhat taken aback from such...lively features, Wade showed no real outward change in his smiling expression, even as he began to speak. "Hello boyo and yeah, I ain't into the stuff....ain't really my bag.." Wade would say as he turned back to the barkeep, who had just brought him a cold bottle of cola. Wade simply nodded and handed the man a bill before popping off the cap with his thumb. Noting the compliment the young man gave, Wade resumed speaking. "And you? Nice-lookin' Ethel like you doin' here? Don't really seem like your cup of tea." The tallboy said in honesty.

He was rather good looking, at least to Wade. Nonetheless, Wade kept it to a minimum and acted normal. "You don't look like the type who likes to get fried." With that Wade finally took a swig of his cola, looking at the young man and awaiting the answer from him. Seems hiding out won't be a boring experience after all. Who knows? If all turns out well, Wade would walk out of here with a new friend and some soda in his system.

As Byron would turn to face the man better he would recieve a better look at his face. Surprisingly remaining the same the entire time, it was almost as if he was some form of smooth criminal. Not into the stuff?I could tell. You just, don't really strike me as a drinker, on the other hand. I can see you as the classy man drinking bourbon on the side. Soda though, I'm rather surprised. He truly was, this man just didn't exactly strike him as a drinker at all,and for him to be inside of a bar of all places to be honest confused him even more at the moment. Ethel?It's just a shot, I figured to give it....A shot!Bahaha. It isn't exactly the type of thing I drink often, I'm more into....The sweet stuff to be honest.In truth the okama wasn't exactly a big fan of shots, nor alcohol, or really most of it. The type who likes to get fried?Is it because I actually look attractive compared to half the deadbeats in this bar?How about yourself, what brings you here. My name is....Byron. He'd throw out, introducing himself.

"Yeah....really ain't into it. Drank it once or twice and I just didn't like it." Wade would say. It was true. He simply did not like the taste of alcohol and did not understand why any would. Most of it was bitter and, once you get sober, you get one hell of a headache. Personally, he saw no real positive thing in it. "Soda though.....I guess you can say its my version of the stuff." With that, Wade took another swig of the bottle. He listened to the young man and raised a eyebrow at the mention of the "sweet stuff". "Sweet stuff with beer is like sweet stuff with coffee. Still tastes the same, just either lighter or darker...." Wade mused out-loud, flipping some of his dreadlocks over his shoulder so they wouldn't be in the way. Still, Wade couldn't help but chuckle at what the young man said next. Catching his name, Wade responded with a somewhat playful voice as his face softened, relaxed.

"Nah nah....probably 'cause you look like one of them hoods who prefer cigs to this......" Wade trailed off as he looked in-front of him. The wall behind the counter was stacked full of bottles, ranging from local beer to imported wines which one the rich could afford. ".....this giggle water..." With that, Wade turned back to the young man. "Fancy name ya got there....mine is Wade."

Really?I drank it once and I already don't like it!I don't get why people like this thing you know?Tastes Horrible.It really did, shots just weren't his taste, in fact none of it was ever his taste. Why he was drinking alcohol was cause he figured hey fuck it I'll try it right. Though....It just didn't have it's ring to him. Well see the difference is, I think your soda actually Tastes good, this. This doesn't. Though when I said sweet, I mean't sweet anything. Then came the comment of how he seemed to prefer cigs. Nah Nah. See. I prefer none of these things, simply put. Maybe I'm just too good for it?This shit's cheap anyway from the looks of it, cigs don't exactly taste good either, why would I inhale raw smoke? I gotta keep up a look. With that Byron would make a face of his own, Giggle water?Name's wade huh? What exactly do you do for a living wade?He might as well get to know him a little right?

Wade looked at Byron, eyeing him. "You know......giggle water." He would say matter-of-factly as he pointed at all the alcohol displayed on the wall behind the counter. "Brown, Giggle water, alcohol, same name different bottle." Wade would say as he held the bottle, which was now half empty. He placed it nonchalantly in-front of Byron. "Drink some if you wanna, since you don't seem to be enjoyin' that." He said, eyeing the shot glass. "Anyway, what I do? Well....." Wade began, his eyes looking about to make sure no other Marine was even inside the establishment, let alone near him. "I'm a Marine." With his thumb, Wade pointed to the Marine symbol on the band of his top hat, slightly proud of it. "I go around and protect people from bad guys, sometimes I'm even sent out to hunt down some really bad ones." He said simply, as if it were a mere everyday thing.

Which it was not. What Wade had just explained were missions. Assignments. His main day job mainly consists of just patrolling the area and nothing else. Figuring that didn't sound as good, however, Wade decided to leave that part out...for now anyway. "So....Byron....what do you do for a livin'? Or are you a traveler?" Wade would ask, propping his head up with his hand on the counter, getting comfortable.

Giggl-Ohhhhhhh.Byron had a certainly rather derpish moment right now due to not realize what Wade was referring too by "giggle water". As Wade would seemingly offer the drink of his own to Byron, he'd take a swig of it immediately, it tasted rather....Different to say the least, but it was alot more pleasant than most forms of alcohol, and was not trying to necessarily kill him either right now now was it...So your a marine huh?Makes sense with your ensemble, A Marine would try to look official of course. Seems that top hat's Insignia isn't easy to see either. I wonder how many people overlook it. So you hunt down the bad guys?As for me well... I'm a doctor of sorts, I go around doing whatever I please to be honest. I've seen a few bad guys before though and taken them down. So I wouldn't exactly say I'm Vulnerable either.... Your not half wrong on the traveler part either, I came from East Blue actually, been wandering around the blues because I felt like it, You just stick around south?

"Doctor eh?" Wade said, his eyes once again going up and down Byron's body. "You....could've fooled me in all honestly. You look more like a fancy street fighter." It was true. Not a single about Byron's attire even remotely said "doctor" or "medical". "....Or maybe a model." Wade mused, considering Byron's feminine looks and fit form. "And yeah....I've only been here. I ain't never been to North, West, or East....though I may get stationed to one of them soon if they decide they're tired of me." Wade couldn't help but muse over that thought. Just how many times has he been scolded or yelled at by a commanding officer for slacking off while on the job. He's amazed they haven't kicked him out yet to be quite frank. "Be honest with ya....I suppose to be workin' right now, but wanderin' a street that is only active in the hours of the night ain't really my thing if you know what I mean. And yeah...bad guys.....only few times before." Wade would answer with a sway of his hand. "Some rogues here, some gang members there. No one who is real important or is a real threat though. I'm still a Ensign after all." He would finish, turning in his seat so that his body now faced Byron before sitting straight, revealing his great height.

Yes, I am a doctor, though I guess you could say I fight.It seemed Wade was certainly sizing up Byron right now, though he would blush immediately upon being considered a model. It had been a while since anyone had really called or implied that he was attractive.Oh stop it haha. So you've only been here?You should really consider the other blues for patrol. I've seen quite a few bad guys that the marines haven't been stopping lately.Byron would lie back in the meantime. Well who knows, you might not be seeing anything right now Wade, but you certainly may encounter something sooner or later, the life of a marine is usually boring until a pirate decides to get out of hand and try something big. Or some other criminal really, I've heard a few rumors that South Blue is known for it's "wild activity" to be honest,but that didn't stop me from coming here~.A little danger wasn't going to stop Byron from heading wherever the hell he wanted. He was Byron SteelSmile and he didn't give a shit to be frank with you.

"It's true though.....you do look nice." Wade stated as if it were a common fact. Wade honestly thought Byron looked cute and, considering how Wade is, he honestly felt no embarrassment when he stated it. He really did find Byron attractive physically. "And yeah...only been here..but it ain't like I choose where I go. Oh no. Yo commandin' officer does. Though....I am a member of this one bell bottom's crew. Cap'n Steele. Real young rich type...." Wade trailed off as he listened to the young man, scoffing at the mention of how the South Blue was a bit "wild". "Wild? Baloney, Byron, baloney. I dunno what funny ole' bird told you that, but frankly, they lying to ya." Wade exclaimed with a smile, showing off his white teeth that seemed more apparent due to his black lips. "To be honest, I wouldn't mind if some stupid futz tried to start something. I'd be the first one there to stop 'em."

With that, Wade's hand etched away and slowly took back his soda, taking one final swig from it before it became empty. He peered at the empty bottle, seemingly in thought for a few moments before looking back up at Byron. "How long are ya stayin' in the South, if ya don't mind me meanderin' in yo business."

Oh.....Why thank you.He'd twirl his finger around in his hair slightly before blushing further a bit. Looking down for a sec and realizing that he came off as nervous. The Okama would look back up at wade.Young rich type...?Sounds rather boring. I heard the rich tend to act like brats, you should definently consider travelling the blues though!Make up some excuse and say your patrolling~.Byron offered a playful smile torwards Wade after stating that, in which he contemplated what Wade would do. Was he going to just be a stick in the mud?Or was he going to take a chance and head out there.

To me you don't look like the type to just stick in one place, atleast from what I'm seeing. So you'd be willing to stop any futz who plans on doing something?I suggest you head over to the West, where I came from. Alot more interesting things seem to happen over there heh. Trust me, I'm pretty sure you can tell from the look in my eyes.Looking around the dirty bar again, he wondered what made him come in here in the first place, however Byron sure was not regretting it.

I'm going to head out soon actually. You should totally come back to West with me, Bullshit an excuse to say your investigating criminals...With that Byron would extend his hand, and playfully trace his fingers up Wade's chest.

and I'm your "Anonymous source"! It's perfect!

Wade's face turned into that of deep thought. He contemplate Byron's words carefully. His superiors would never let him move to an entirely different Blue just like that...then again...according to Byron...he knows some pretty bad people that live there. Maybe if he gave him some names they'd let him, since it shows that he at least knows what's going on. On the flip side, there was Byron in-general. He seemed to be a very nice guy and was even rather good looking. Cute even. Maybe...he could spend some time with him. He definitely was enjoying his company as of this moment after all, and Byron seemed interested as well. Before Wade could continue mulling this who thing over, however, he felt sly fingers moving about chest.

Looking down he found Byron with a smile, looking directly at him. An anonymous source huh? That possibly work. After all, from what Wade has seen anyway, they get anonymous sources all the time when it pertains to them finding a certain criminal. Besides......he had Byron dragging his finger on his chest. "I guess I'll try....but on one condition." The white giant would say as his own grin returned to his face, showing off his teeth as he slyly dragged his finger down Byron's chest. "You buy another soda." He said, his finger suddenly leaving Byron's soft body and returning back to the counter.