#flashtorch

and then kyle is holding hands with donna who is holding hands with roy who is holding hands with dic again

Wally slams the empty cup back down. “You poisoned me,” he accuses Kyle. “I did not poison you.” “What was in that? Am I going to start seeing mushroom people?” Kyle opens his mouth, and then reconsiders. Wally probably doesn’t want to know that there are, actually, at least three chemicals in that drink that act as a mild hallucinogens on humans, which is why Kyle brought it back for him to try, because alcohol alone would never make it past a speedster’s metabolism. Which is to say, Wally would definitely want to know, but if Kyle told him then he’d be insufferable about it and Kyle would rather not, thanks. He’s doing him a favour here. If Kyle can keep his faculties intact with just his measly human metabolism (and only a little help from his ring), then Wally definitely won’t start seeing mushroom people. Probably. “Nothing,” Kyle lies, “it’s just booze. Stop being such a baby.” He pours another shot and slides it at Wally. “I’m not drinking that,” Wally says. “It’s literally not that bad,” Kyle lies again, and takes a sip of his own drink, fighting off his grimace. “Just throw it back. You won’t even taste it.” Wally glares at him with the same suspicion he’d thrown at the bottle. “If something weird happens, I’m blaming you.” “Okay,” Kyle says, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. “You want that in writing? Should I call up Batman and have him draw up a waiver? Will that finally make you relax?” “Are you stupid?” Wally asks. “Batman can’t do that. He’s not a lawyer.” “Just drink the fucking space booze, Wally.”

it's mostly "why not both" with just a dash of "clothes exchange."

another round <3 be the rarepair you want to see in the world

(and he does)

i'll revive this ship if it's the last thing i do