Warren & Wade | Wednesday Evening

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Warren and Wade have dinner and discuss their respective views on violence.


Wade took a bite of his second helping of bacon because breakfast for dinner was delicious and then pointed the half-eaten strip of meat at his dinner companion. "I get this feeling that you are opposed to violence."

"Not exactly," Warren said with a shrug, having a mouthful of his own. "I get that violence is necessary sometimes. And I can kick a little butt if I need to. It's killing I mostly have a problem with." There was a pause. "And unnecessary violence. Or at least what I consider unnecessary."

"So what do you consider unnecessary?" Wade asks, honestly curious despite himself. "I mean, would you just conk somebody over the head as opposed to breaking their arm or something if they were stealing a purse?"

"Yes. If there is no other way to stop someone doing something they shouldn't be doing - requests or threats or whatever, I consider using anything more than the minimum amount of force to subdue them to be unnecessary. And that amount does shift - some people do just need to be restrained, but then there are others that won't stop short of a physical injury. It all depends on the situation."

"Huh," Wade said, finishing off his slice of bacon and then nodding. He didn't agree with that, but he could see why Warren would think that way. Wade's personal belief was that some people just needed to get the shit beat out of them for doing certain things. Otherwise, it was all terribly impersonal and he didn't have much of an opinion. "So if somebody were to walk in here with a gun and shoot somebody else, what would you do?"

"Tell someone to call 911, and if I couldn't take them down myself, at least get in their way so they couldn't shoot anyone else or get away. If I could, I'd restrain them until the police came." He smiled a little, taking a drink. "I have a hero complex and I'm a lawyer. It's an interesting balance sometimes."

"So... you'd just... restrain them or get in their way?" Wade wasn't sure how he felt about that. He'd probably just kill them. But only if he felt like getting involved in the first place.

"I'd fight them if that's what I had to do to stop them. But I'd rather not have to." He wasn't that good at hand-to-hand - better than your average person, certainly, but it wasn't a strong point of his.

"Interesting," Wade said, nodding. He ate another piece of bacon and then a piece of toast. "I think we'd handle those situations really differently."

Warren raised an eyebrow at that. "How would you handle it?"

"Depends," Wade said, shrugging. "Might just knock 'em out. Might do a little more. If they're waving a gun around, I'd rather ask questions later. Especially if they've already shot one person." Weapon of choice would probably be a knife. It wouldn't take any effort, just a flick of the wrist.

"What do you mean by a little bit more?" Warren's tone was casual, he wasn't trying to grill (... or judge) Wade as yet.

"Dunno," Wade said, shrugging. "Like I said, depends. Whatever needs to be done to make sure nobody else gets shot."

"Would you kill them? If that's what it took?" Warren's tone had turned serious now, his food forgotten as he focused his attention on Wade.

"If that's what it took," Wade said, nodding. "It's not like I'd enjoy it, but I'd do it." Then he shrugged and picked up another slice of bacon, clarifying, "Within those particular parameters, if it was necessary." He wasn't sure why he felt like justifying his hypothetical actions, so instead of continuing in that vein, he ate the piece of bacon.

Warren nodded at that, letting the silence hang for a moment as he returned to his neglected meal. He wasn't sure how he ended up dining with two different people who ate breakfast for dinner, but he was starting to think he needed to re-educate them.

"So," he said lightly, changing the subject. Warren liked Wade enough that he didn't want to push their discussion into an argument, even though he could feel one of his lips. "What is the appeal of breakfast for dinner, if I may ask?" There was a smile on his face as he asked, and a slight teasing note in his voice.

"Bacon," Wade answered without preamble, nodding solemnly. "It's delicious. And it goes so well with eggs and toast that I just don't see why I shouldn't eat those when I'm eating the bacon."

Warren laughed. "There are many other meals around that involve bacon. And are just as delicious as breakfast."

"True. I could eat bacon on a burger or bacon on a salad or bacon on... other stuff," Wade said, nodding. "But none of that's as delicious as just straight bacon. I would make a meal of it all on its own if people wouldn't look at me like I'd lost my mind."

"And they don't look at you like that for having breakfast at dinner time?" Warren was trying very hard not to smirk at Wade, but he was failing pretty spectacularly.

"We are in a diner, my fine friend," Wade answered, pointing to the waitresses as though the other man could have missed them. "Diners serve breakfast all day for a reason. That reason? The awesomeness of bacon." It probably had more to do with what was fast and good or something, but Wade was bending perception for his own purposes. "Anyway, think outside the box some."

"I think outside the box!" Warren protested, even if he couldn't immediately think of an example of the last time he did. "But most people shouldn't eat this much bacon anyway. It's terrible for you."

"Tell that to the ninety year old grandmas who eat a pound a day or whatever, smoke a pack of cigarettes, and have a shot of whiskey before going to sleep every night," Wade said with a grin. "I've met a few of them. They don't look so bad off, all things considered. What with being ninety and all."

"There are far more people who are obese, dying of lung cancer or suffering from cirrhosis," Warren countered. "I think these people you've met are the exception, not the rule."

"Ruin my fun, why don't you?" Wade asked, still grinning. "I mean, way to put a damper on dinner, flyboy."

Warren flashed him a grin. "Somehow I don't think you have anything to worry about in that department. There is definitely no sign of a bacon belly on you." And he'd looked. He'd looked s lot.

Wade's grin turned very self-satisfied. "Well. There's still lung cancer and cirrhosis, so I'm not out of the woods yet."

"Do you drink and smoke that much?" Warren asked with a laugh. "I'm going to start thinking you're some sort of degenerate soon."

"I am the worst kind of degenerate," Wade said, somehow managing to keep a straight face. "But my particular vices run more toward sexy funtimes than clogging my lungs with tar."

Warren laughed at that. "That's the best kind, what are you talking about?"

"I think some people would disagree with you on that front," Wade said, laughing a little. "Still, if you think it's the best kind..."

"Some people are idiots," Warren replied with a grin. "I've never understood people who don't like sex. How can you not enjoy something that is so much fun?"

"Maybe it's not always fun for somebody. Maybe they had a bad experience. Maybe they've never had a really good experience..." Wade tipped his head to the side and picked up a sausage link. He contemplated it for a moment, then ate it with a quirked brow. "Shame, don't you think?"

Warren watched him eat for a moment, both mesmerized and a little horrified.

"Then I think that's a damn shame. And I hope they find someone who can give them a really good experience."

Swallowing, Wade slid his most innocent expression on and said, tone entirely earnest, "I hope so, too." Then he licked his fingers off, just because he enjoyed making Warren's head tip to the side like it was doing just now.

"Everyone should get to enjoy the wonders of carnal pleasure," Warren continued, even though his focus was primarily in Wade's fingers. And his lips. And tongue. And damn, why had they eaten out again?

"Frequently, if possible."

"Mm... very liberal standpoint you've taken there, flyboy," Wade said, nodding along with what Warren was saying. "I'm generally in favor of it. But only if the carnal pleasure's really, really pleasurable." Nodding toward the other man's plate, he grinned. "You've still got half a steak there, my friend. Which is another reason why breakfast for dinner is an excellent idea. It's faster."

"What can I say? I'm generally a very liberal sort of guy." He looked down at his plate, the food on it having being forgotten long ago.

"You in a hurry to get somewhere?" He smirked. "A hot date you forgot to tell me about?"

"If you've gotta ask that," Wade said, laughing a little, "Then I think we've got some kind of miscommunication going on here."

Warren grinned and shrugged. "Hey, we both know a lot of very pretty people. I wouldn't blame you if you did." He and Wade hadn't ever really clarified what exactly this was with them - not that Warren entirely felt the need to, but he also didn't think this was entirely serious. Just something fun.

"Well, so long as you don't have a hot date lined up after dinner, I think we can just assume we're one another's hot dates and let things proceed accordingly."

"No, my evening is free." He picked up his cutlery and sliced into what was left on the plate, smirking a little before popping the piece of meat into his mouth. "I'm all yours for tonight."