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Fenton doesn’t come to take a shower that night. Kwan knows because he stays up most of the night so he wouldn’t sleep through Danny’s knocks. He also thinks that maybe if he stays up long enough he will hear something. Not necessarily anything like bumpin’ and grindin’ just, like, something of finality. The walls are thin and he hears them talking through the wall for a while. It starts off tense like Dash is trying to apologize or something super emotional like that and immediately after that is something quick and sharp from Fenton and the tense atmosphere that leaks through the wall is gone and the conversation after that is comfortable. He wishes he could make out the exact words so he can find out what Dash is doing to make Danny laugh so much.
It’s around 3 am that the talking dies down and it’s safe to assume that they just went to sleep. It’s also safe to assume that Kwan should /also/ be going to sleep but he just /can’t/. He’s stuck with thinking and Mike has taken out his hearing aids for the night so it’s not like he can get his attention in the darkness of the room. Unless he just crawls into bed with him. He huffs and groans out loud to really emphasize the shittiness of his plight because who is going to hear him? Not his hearing impaired friend or his maybe sleeping pals next door. Instead he just let’s himself think.
He thinks about texting Star. He thinks about the new episode of The Walking Dead he didn’t get to watch and then while he’s thinking about TV he wonders if that cartoon about the lesbian alien rocks is worth watching. He’s only heard good things from his friends except from that asshole Chad who said that there were ‘too many girls’. What does that even fucking mean Chad? If you go to a party with mostly guys, there are ‘to many guys’ but if you watch a show with lots of girls there is ‘to many’. Kwan clenches his fists, suddenly very pissed about the memory of Chad. Fuck that asshole Chad, he doesn’t need to be watching a children’s show if all he gets from it is his sexiest opinions.
Anyway,
Thinking.
He thinks about stupid shit for what feels like hours but when he checks his phone only a few minutes have passed and he huffs again. Why can’t he sleep?
Before he can lapse back into his sleeping the lamp on Mike’s side turns on and his friend has the look of a man who has been thinking just as hard as Kwan has. “What’s up, man?” He asks as soon as Mike has made eye contact with his mouth. Mike sighs, “So your saying that Dash didn’t even care that you walked in because he thought you were Danny?” He asks, his voice a little to loud but not loud enough to cause a problem. Kwan turns on his lamp as well and sits up, getting down to business, starting their conversation right where they left off a couple hours ago after Kwan had returned from Dash and Danny’s room.
“Yeah, isn’t that weird, like, if Star walked into the bathroom I would not be cool with it.” He says. “That’s deep into it man. Those are deep emotional deals to just be ok with using the bathroom at the same time. Like, shower sex is a different story but-” Mike cuts him off, “-What if he thought that Danny was trying to-!!“ ”-No, dude there is no way I mean, shit! They would have known that we would have heard!!” Mike shrugs, “They could just not give a shit. Like... What’s His Face and Marcy. They go at it whenever they can they don’t care about volume.” Kwan shook his head, “No, that doesn’t make any since because of they were like What’s His Face and Marcy than we would have heard them by now.”
“True.” Then they lapse into silence.
Mike opens his mouth to speak again but there is a knock on the door that causes Kwan to jump like they were caught doing something bad. “Someone knocked on the door and it scared me.” He explained to Mike who was unable to hear and had no idea why Kwan jumped. He still looks confused. “Who is it?” He asks and Kwan shrugs, standing up to go answer it and Mike following close behind.
They open the door and its Dash and Danny standing side by side looking exhausted and annoyed. “Hey guys.” Kwan greets and Mike nods at the two of them. “So originally I came over here to tell you to stop fucking yelling but Danny says he’s hungry and there a Denny’s down the road so get your shit together.” He tells them and then grabs the door and closes it for them. The classic Dash Baxter ‘hurry the fuck up’ maneuver.
Despite the fact that Mike bitches about having to put his hearing aids back in, they are ready and on the way out the door just a few minutes later. The two of their friends are waiting against the wall with Danny leaning against Dash’s arm looking just about dead (no pun intended). “Leggo- “Dash says, getting off the wall and moving out the door with Danny close behind. Mike and Kwan tumble after as they make their way out into the cool night air.
They walk in the grass alongside the road and just as promised, just down the road is a Denny’s with only a table full of miserable people on the way to terrible hangovers in the corner. They walk in with dew damp shoes and pick a booth. Despite the fact they weren’t staying up the rest of the night they all order coffee and drink the first mug in silence before they even try to have a conversation.
“What were you guys yelling about?” Dash asked, “Better be good, I mean, it is 3 am.” Danny sips his second mug and looks up at them, interested. With the two of them staring at the pair they had another one of their telepathic conversations in which their lies were perfectly synchronized. Mike took the job of sharing their reason.
“Kwan had a wet dream about Ashley Tisdale, y’know, the girl from High School Musical, and it got frightening near the end so he screamed and woke me up and was still frightened and you know how when you’re scared and tired and still a little turned on you yell? I was yelling because 1. How rare is an Ashley Tisdale wet dream I mean, my dude, come on, and also I’m deaf as shit and sometimes when I’m talkin’ about Ashy-T’s dream knockers I, to, get excited enough to raise a couple octaves.”
Danny chokes on his coffee and Dash stares at them like they are the most useless pieces of shit on the planet and Kwan feels it deep in his soul. That is /not/ that they had telepathically agreed upon.
Dash and Danny look to Kwan for conformation and Kwan coughs, clears his throat and dives right into the steaming pool of bullshit right alongside Mike.
“Yep, y’know how it is.”
Kwan is entirely sure that no one in the entire world knows how that is.
“Anyway…” Dash starts again and his ‘Anyway-And-Eye-Roll Combo’ is so lethal Mike and Kwan can feel their XP drop like the last boss in a video game when you try to beat them first try. In other words, they were fucking wrecked.
What’s even worse is that Dash doesn’t even have something to change the subject to, he just wants them to know that they are shit conversationalists but has nothing to show them up with. Kwan’s never felt so used in his life. Thankfully, the tired waitress comes back, fills their coffee and asks what they want to eat. They all get breakfast food because technically it was in the morning.
They get their assorted breakfast foods and the waitress smiles real fake at all of them while she asks if they need anything. They say no and pile on the thank you’s as she leaves and dig in. The four of them are deep into their food when there's a loud clang of a fork hitting a plate. They all look up at Danny who is looking at the end of his shirt sleeve where his hand is supposed to be like he's pissed at it. The hand is suddenly there again and he shakes it like he's shaking out carpel tunnel. Dash is back to his food after asking if he’s ok but Mike and Kwan are mystified. “What happened.” “What the shit?” The two of them ask at the same time. Danny looks embarrassed and hides his guilty hands under the table. “Sometimes my hands get intangible if i'm not paying attention.” He says real quiet. “That's so cool.” Mike starts after a second. “What the fuck does intangible mean.” He finishes. Danny laughs.
“Watch.” He instructs before looking around at the other occupied table and the waitresses. Neither of which seem to be paying attention so he stands up and walks forward. He's standing in the middle of the table. “I completely forget that you can do this.” Kwan says. “You can fly and shit too, huh. Thats rad.”
Danny shrugs and sits back down. He’s smiling now and Kwan is swooning in his seat. Dash looks proud, they can tell by the movement of his arm under the table that his hand is back on Danny’s thigh. “Yeah but that takes a lot of energy it’s like power walking i think? Staying corporal is the hard part.”
Mike and Kwan nod like this is making complete sense but neither one of them know what corporeal mean. Danny goes back to his food. Eventually so do the other two. Everything is cool.
Eventually they finish their food and pay (with a super good tip, poor women) and walk back to the hotel. When they get there, their feet are wet and it's 5:30 am, two more hours before the rental car place opens. They decide, ultimately, after an hour of late night television, to sleep until they wake up.
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Mike wakes up first which is super cool because without his hearing aids there is no noise to wake him up unless Kwan or someone shakes his shoulder telling him to get the fuck up. He takes his time, getting up and putting on some pants and putting in his hearing aids and making his way to the complementary breakfast. The hotel is not all that great so they end up just offering bruised fruit and those tiny boxes of cereal. He helps himself to some fruit loops. He waves at the man behind the front desk, who, super rudely, reminds him that he and his friends have to check out in an hour or pay for another day.
He makes his way back to he and Kwan’s room and is sort disappointed when Kwan is there getting ready. He really wanted to shake a shoulder.
Dash has us a rental car and it will be here in like 30 minutes.
“Get your shit together!” Can be heard through the wall from Dash. Mike laughs about the thinness of the walls but then it occurred to him. Dash must have known exactly what they were yelling about last night.
Whatever, on the road again. Promptly, Mike gets his shit together.