Back Log: Deli-Cat-essen Matt & Wade

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At Catseye's new deli, Matt and Wade discuss Namor.



Wade walked into Catseye's new deli and grinned. It smelled amazing and he was 100% ready to set up shop somewhere and just stay there for the rest of the day eating everything. But first, he was eating brunch with Matt. "Right, kid - there's about a million things to try - what're you game for? Smell anything specific? Or I can tell you what's on the official menu, if you want."

"I'm pretty sure Cats has a braille menu for me," Matt replied, "but...I think you owe me a steak," he grinned, a little smug. "You said something about dumping a certain aquatic nobility on his ass? Does a wall count?" Steak and eggs were perfectly reasonable for breakfast in this situation. Absolutely.

"Yeah, I did. You never gave me the rundown of that, though - just that it'd happened. So steak for you for brunch and a story for me about why he deserved to wind up on his ass." Wade looked around, snagging the braille menu Matt had mentioned and handing to him even as he perused the menu on the wall, himself.

Fingertips expertly reading the braille menu in front of him, Matt thought steak and eggs sounded perfect. Maybe with some hash browns or potatoes of some sort. Yum! Good thing he had brought his appetite, though that was rarely something he lacked. "He was gonna hook up with this girl at a party and as he passed, I tried to hand him protection. I could smell it, you know?" Matt made a face, shuddering, "He didn't take it politely. Or at all. Apparently I somehow impinged on her honor and he had to defend it."

"Ah, it was that kind of thing," Wade said, nodding. "There's not much else you could've done in the situation. How'd you wind up taking him down?" He wasn't interested in a spectator, sensationalistic sort of way - rather, he wanted to know how Matt had utilized the training he'd been getting for the past few years.

"Sleeper hold," Matt answered matter-of-factly, pausing to give his drink order to the waitress. Orange juice and hot tea. Matt did drink coffee from time to time, but it was not his drink of choice. "No one informed me that he is apparently super strong, super fast and kinda hard to hurt. Him being slightly drunk helped me though. I was sober!" he was quick to inform Wade. "I didn't drink anything but bottled water. I swear!" he didn't like soft drinks.

Wade smiled despite himself. "I believe you, kid. No worries - but good taking the situation and turning it to your advantage." Wade paused, too, to give his drink and opening order - a pitcher of water, eggs, curry of some kind, and a sandwich. He told the kid behind the counter to pick one for him. Then he waited for Matt to place his food order.

Once Matt did, he continued, "I don't think anyone informed him that the blind kid has a few tricks up his sleeve either," he grinned, pleased by that. Namor might not be some big bad whatever, but it was good using what he had to his advantage, "The guy's a douche. Next time, I'll let him get the clap or crabs or whatever and let him learn," the problem was, if it was something more serious, he would feel guilty letting it happen if he could stop it. He couldn't tell every time someone had something though, just if he could smell it.

Wade just shrugged as he found them a booth near the back and took the seat against the wall so he could see the rest of the deli unimpeded. "Hey, most people don't get warned, they have no way of knowing. So I wouldn't sweat it too much. He'd've gotten what he got and lived with it one way or the other." He knew most people didn't have healing factors, but Wade had no sympathy for stupidity. The threads of the conversation somehow combined in his brain and he said, "You can't outfuck stupid, kid. It's not even worth trying."

That was the truth, even if he hadn't quite thought to put it in those terms, "True," Matt shrugged, "I guess I got used to people at Xavier's being decent to each other. Mostly," looking out for one another. He hadn't expected Namor to reject that. "It's our home and family and all that, mostly."

"Yeah, but not everybody comes at the mansion from the same direction, y'know?" Wade said. "It's like. You're coming from over here," he waved his left hand, "and he's coming at it from over here," he waved is right hand, "so you're seeing it differently as you approach and then you get there and it's different on the inside and y'know. All that. But still. I wouldn't bother with him again if he doesn't know how to take advice given in good faith."

"Yep," Matt agreed, pausing as some of their food arrived. "I'm not going to let him bother me anymore," he set about getting his food the way he wanted it.