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You’re welcome! Thanks for waiting! I kinda combined “kiss to shut up” with “drunken kiss”. Hope that was ok! I might do the other prompts later on but couldn’t resist writing about these two.

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“Thanks, Drake!” Josh said as the bartender slid three glasses of beer towards them.

“No prob,” Drake said with a cheerful grin. “I got one for Quentin, too, but I don't know where he went...”

“He’s doing some scouting in the copter,” Josh said. “Drinking’s not a good idea for him.”

“Oh, yeah,” Drake agreed. “Well, I guess we've got time before the mission.”

“Yeah.”

The two drank in silence for a bit.

“Those Toppats, huh?” Drake asked, rolling his eyes. “They've really been a pain lately.”

“No kidding.”

Josh took a drink, then glanced sideways at Drake.

“So…uh…” Josh began hesitantly, “after this…you wanna…”

Drake finished his beer and started on the one he'd ordered for Quentin.

“Whoa, slow down there,” Josh said, patting Drake’s shoulder. “Just because we aren’t flying a copter doesn’t mean we should get plastered.”

“Yeah, guess so,” Drake chuckled, and shook his head slightly. “Whoa…”

“Let’s get you some water,” Josh said, glancing at the bartender, who nodded and brought a glass of water over. “Thanks.”

The bartender nodded and went back to work, giving a cup of tea to a hunched-over figure wearing a purple ski mask and matching coat.

“Quentin should be back soon,” Josh said, glancing towards the door as a woman wearing a pink coat stumbled inside. “Weather’s getting kinda bad…hope he’s doing alright.”

Josh hopped down from the barstool and pulled out his radio.

“I’ll be right back,” he said. “Just gonna go check with him real quick.”

“Yyyup,” Drake mumbled after finishing off his second beer.

“Drake, that’s enough!” Josh exclaimed in exasperation. “Drink some water, alright? I’ll be right back.”

“Nnno problem, dude,” Drake said, grinning broadly.

Josh hesitated a moment, then quickly headed outside, glancing all around for signs of Quentin or the helicopter.

He strained his ears, trying to hear the engine over the piercing wind.

“Quentin, come in. This is Josh. Do you copy?”

“I copy! I’m on my way back. Hold your horses, and you’d better not be drunk! Over.”

“Copy that. See you in a few. Over.”

Josh stowed the radio away and glanced skyward, shielding his eyes from the driving snow. With a shake of his head, he headed back inside and sat at the bar.

“Quentin’s fine,” Josh said. “He’s on his way…back…”

Josh’s eyes widened in dismay when he saw that there were now three empty beer glasses in front of Drake, and he was halfway through a fourth.

“What the hell?!” Josh exclaimed, pulling the glass away from Drake. “I was only gone for five minutes!”

“Aw, don’t worry,” Drake slurred. “I’m okay! I got hollow legs!”

“Oh, my God…” Josh groaned, reaching out and grabbing Drake’s arm when he almost slid off the barstool. “Why did you order more?!”

“I was thirsty!”

“That’s why you drink water!”

Drake reached out and put a hand on Josh’s face.

Josh froze for a moment, looking quickly away before taking Drake’s arm.

“Drake, Quentin’s gonna be here soon, and you need to drink some water.”

“Good! We’ll show those Toppats! They th…think they can j-just do what…whatever they want!”

“Drake!”

“But we…know wwhere their…ssecret jungle base is!”

“Dude, be quiet!” Josh exclaimed frantically.

“And if…if they think they can just…”

Josh lunged forward and pressed his lips firmly to Drake’s.

Drake stared dazedly at Josh.

Josh stared back in panicked realization.

The tavern door suddenly banged open, letting in a rush of frigid air.

“What are you two doing?!”

Josh and Drake jerked apart at Quentin’s furious yell, and whirled to see him stomping closer.

“We have to ship out right now!”

“Uhh…y-yeah, right…” Josh croaked, feeling his face and ears burning uncomfortably.

“Sure…” Drake muttered, suddenly sounding more lucid.

Josh helped Drake down from the barstool, and they swiftly gathered up their belongings.

Quentin slammed the tavern door open and held it, giving Josh and Drake an enraged glare as they headed out into the cold.

The frigid wind was blowing hard, but Josh’s face still felt unbearably hot.

“You two are the worst!” Quentin snapped as they boarded the helicopter.

Josh slid the door shut.

“So…uhh…” Drake said once they were airborne.

Josh looked at his hands.

“You, um…were saying you…you…wanted to…do something later?” Drake asked.

(Incorrect Quotes Generator)

Quentin: I've been building Josh’s trust for two years with high-fives. Today I'm going to hit him with a "too slow". Welcome to the real world.

(Later)

Quentin: Nice work! High five!
Josh: (intertwining their fingers)
Quentin: Wh—
Josh: I'm in love with you.

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Drake: Quentin is like a Chihuahua who thinks it is a German Shephard. Cute, huh?

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(Incorrect Quote Generator ft. THSC)

Josh: My anxiety has a loophole that if somebody else is equally or more uncomfortable I develop the sudden ability to Do The Thing. I can't go and ask for more ketchup for myself but if my friend wants more ketchup I'm out of my seat in a second.
Drake: The mom friend override.

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Josh: Are lobsters mermaids to scorpions?
Quentin: Josh, it's four in the morning…

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Drake: Hey, have you seen my favorite jacke-
Quentin: (wrapped in his favorite jacket asleep)
Drake: I have been blessed on this day.

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Drake: You know what, bro?

Josh: What?

Drake: If I were a cat, I'd spend all nine lives with you.

Josh: (clutches heart) ...bro.

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Henry: Words ending in "ie" are so cute! Like cutie, sweetie, cookie...
Charles: Die...
Henry: No!

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Charles: I want people to touch my hair and tell me it's all soft and fluffy, too...but in a burly, extreme kind of way.

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Ellie: Awfully confident, aren't you?