"You know somethin'?" Wade's following chuckle was part amusement, part what-the-fuck. "I think you're right—but don't get used to me sayin' that."

     “I wasn’t flirtin’. I was bein’ friendly.”

     It wasn’t completely a lie. Flirting with an attractive someone was in his purview of being friendly—but if denying the flirtation would get him somewhere, so be it. 

     Wade laughed lightly, just a flash of sharp eye teeth showing before his lips covered them. “Sorry ‘bout that,” he drawled, “but I still stand by my compliment.”

     “Oh, is it my fault you lost?” he said, leaning back in his seat with a wide, shit-eating grin fixed on his face. “Can’t win ‘em all and can’t go blamin’ your opponent when you’re bad at the game. Practice some and come back when you got a clue.”

things to say to immortals // @waywardxmuses

Oof. Now that was a question.

He made a noise in his throat that wasn't quite a scoff, not quite a laugh. His smile went placid though it never really met his eyes.

"Sometimes," Wade admitted. "Could get away with more shit. Things were simpler. Easier to get by. Yeah, reckon I miss it a bit." He looked across the table at Jane. Now it was his turn to ask a question.

"Why?"

@gentle-hearted

Oh shit. He had, hadn't he? Completely unintentionally, but he had.

"Damn," he muttered, pausing to consider his options before deciding why the hell not? Wade didn't have a lot going for him tonight anyway. He could pretend to be the hero this once.

Wade leaned in just slightly to be heard over the music. "You here for the drinks, the company, or a bit of both?" Not a bad icebreaker, all things considered.

i'm not looking up the meme // @southern-belle-outcasts

"Like what?"

He said it like that, deliberately, just like he'd said her name, with a lazy drawl, his tone layered with honey and warmth. Wade leaned in, lips close to the shell of her ear, to say it again, like that,

Or someone else.