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Ace was sitting on the couch across from Deuce— his legs draped over the others thighs. He was eating a can of pringles while watching the train wreck of Love Archipelago unfurl on the television. Deuce was yelling— something about the audacity everyone had to treat each other this way in general let alone on national TV.
"Why the hell would you not stay with your girlfriend?! You were doing so well!" Shaking in rage Deuce continued the rant he was on. "She just showed up! there is no reason to throw everything you had away! What the HELL!"
"I got no clue why. They had great chemistry too." Ace sounded only slightly disappointed at the decisions these people were making.
As Deuce continued to yell at the TV Ace kept eating his chips— the tube was nearly finished but he didn't really care. By the time the episode finished he had a chip left and tried to quickly grab it so he could throw away the can during the ad break. A series of mistakes was made after this action though.
The first one being he didn't properly put his hand in. Instead of laying his hand flat he made a fist. The second mistake was moving too fast and shoving his hand in. And the third was there were no more chips left in the tube. All of these came together to make the worst possible outcome of his hand getting stuck.
He tried pulling it out at first but it wouldn't work. Now panicking he looked up at Deuce who had been watching all of this from the start.
"Oh, shit! I don't know how to get it out!" As he waved around his now tubed hand he took his legs off of Deuce and tried pulling the can off. He was shocked simply pulling harder, didn't work.
"Do you want me to help?" Deuce asked calmly.
"You saw what happened when I tried! What- you think you're stronger than me or something!"
The panic was spreading to Deuce now. Not knowing what else to do while Ace flailed around Deuce grabbed the phone closest to him and went through the contacts to figure out who could help him. The first contact he saw that seemed helpful was Jamil's and seemed like the kind of situation he'd have to gey Kalim out off, so he might be able to help… hopefully. Thankfully he picked up by the third ring.
"What do you need Ace? I swear if you did something stupid aga-" Before he could finish his sentence Deuce cut him off.
"What do you do if someone gets their arm stuck in a Pringles tube?" He was almost on the verge of tears at this point.
The background noise of wherever Jamil was didn't drown out the deep sigh he took. "Did Ace get his arm stuck again?"
"Yeah. I don't know what to do just tell me." Deuce was running his hands through his hair, attempting to calm himself down.
"Are you drunk?"
"No, why the hell would we-"
Jamil cut Deuce off this time. "Okay, just calm down. Did you try pulling his arm out."
"WELL DUH-" Deuce shushed Ace with his hand before continuing the conversation civilly
"Okay then, just get some soap or oil or something like that and just grease his arm like you would a pan. He'll be fine." With that Jamil hung up sounding more exasperated than when he first picked up the phone.
Trying his hardest to keep it together, Deuce got the soap while Ace continued to panic. It occurred to Deuce, that maybe staying up for two days to binge watch TV wasn't the best idea? Considering the stupid decisions that have since been been made.
Meanwhile Ace just kept trying to pull it off dry, with no luck. It only resulted in more pain for his arm— and him somehow managing to fall off the couch in the process. When Deuce came back with the dish soap less than five minutes later— Ace was just laying on his back on the floor, his hair was completely out of face for once.
"If I'm going to be part Pringle now would it be cannibalism to eat them?" His non-tube arm was covering his eyes— he sounded positively distraught over the idea.
"Could you give me your arm." Deuce sat on the floor next to Ace and put the soap on the coffee table.
"When I get free I promise I'll stop messing things up." Ace lifted his arm compliantly as he went on. The usual boyish grin was gone— replaced with a self-deprecating smile. "I'm sorry for always roping you into my messes." He started to laugh depressively at that.
"Dude, all you did was get your arm stuck in a Pringles can, it's fine." Deuce's panic wasn't apparent in his voice anymore. "Hey, can you sit up— I can't get the soap in."
Fully sitting up Ace removed the hand over his eyes opting to instead face away from him. Just trying to free his hand, Deuce poured the soap into the tube.
"Do you feel any at the bottom?"
"Yeah." Panic gone Ace just looked tired— the bags under his eyes looked much more pronounced with the guilt in his eyes.
"Okay, we should be able to slide it out now."Grabbing the can with one hand and the ginger's bicep with the other Deuce pulled until his arm was free.
"Oh my gosh thank seven that worked!" Excitement was clear in Deuce's voice.
"Thank seven." Ace's reaction was more of a sigh of relief. The feeling of the soap dripping down his arm as he flexed his hand wasn't pleasant but he'd just wash it off in a bit.
"So, uhhhhh, can we just forget that happened?" Not wanting to make Deuce clean up after his stupidity he just hoped it wouldn't be brought up again.
"What are you talking about? Nothing happened." Deuce said, throwing the Pringles can behind the couch, like it was never even there in the first place.
Now, a soap covered Pringles tube was laying on the floor in the middle of the living room. As the two sleep deprived idiots sat together on the floor, in an awkward silence.
"…Sorry for making you put up with my dumbass."
"It's only fair— you would do the same. Actually you have before." He noticed the small smile that appeared on Ace's face at that.
After that Deuce left to grab a towel and throw out the now empty dish soap. He shot Jamil a quick text (still using Ace's phone) asking him to pick some more soap up since he lived the closest and seemed to be out. When he finished that he went back to the living room and cleaned up.
Once the room was clean again and Ace got the soap off his arm they sat back down on the couch next too each other. Almost immediately after putting on Shriek they fell asleep— Ace leaning his head on Deuce's shoulder, and Deuce in turn laying back against the ginger's head.