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"I remember picking them out of your ass." He couldn't believe it either. Furthermore, he couldn't believe Marco didn't know about it but he'd definitely given them more than one side eye after they got back limping. Fortunately Thatch had managed to distract him--with Pops' help since the old man owed him for another thing.

"Man...I'd give anything to go back..." It had slipped out...but he'd meant it too. This place could never be enough. But that being said... "And if you even think about apologizing for it I'll tweak your nose off, brat."

"I'm right there with you actually. I would give almost anything to have it be the three of us raising hell and you and I seeing just how far we can push Marco before he pushes back." Ace mused.

"You know...this could be a blessing, Thatch. We're in overtime...when we go home there is no future. But here...well here we could enjoy everything to the fullest. Treasure every second we get and never let anything slip by us. I don't want to miss out on anything...and well...I don't want you too either.. We need to make sure we spend enough time with Namur and Marco...to make up for later. And enough time with each other to do the things we never got a chance to do."

It was good to know that Ace felt the same. Good but bittersweet. Even if he had a chance, Ace had less of one. If he had been just a hair stronger it wouldn't have happened either. None of this shit. But it had and nevermind that.

"You sound just like Marco." He fished a cigar from his glove compartment and searched around for a lighter. "But yeah. Let's enjoy ourselves." Since agreeing with the sentiment was always the best answer even if it felt like trying too hard sometimes.

Ace smirked and held out his hand, thumb up before Thatch's face, his thumb flames. "You need a light, babe?" He asked. "And well..even Marco is right sometimes." Ace knew Marco was right most of the time, even if he was oblivious to things right in front of him occasionally.

"Thatch. Why do you not want me?" Subtlety? What was that? Ace knew something was bugging him, but as long as it wasn't him he wouldn't pry. The question was, he didn't know how to word it right....and this was the best he could come up with.

"Thanks, sweetheart." He took Ace's wrist, lighting the cigar and puffing the ember up, snorting smoke through his nose at Marco being right. Of course he was right but that didn't make it any less damn irritating sometimes. He paused at Ace's question, fidgeting with his cigar and finally rolling down the window so everything wouldn't get caked up with smoke.

"It's not you, Sparks-- I don't do that kind of thing" very well "anymore. I just don't have the drive for it exactly." Plus he would only disappoint him in the end and it was better to just leave it where it was.

"As long as it's nothing I did, I suppose I can accept it. Though I do really want you to be happy too, Thatchinator." Ace smiled over at Thatch before letting the conversation slide.

"It's a shame though, I could have rocked your world." He teased as an afterthought.

"Please, you're sex on legs. As if there's anything you could do wrong." Something they would show the girlies as soon as he got his feet under him. He avoids the happiness part. As long as his nakama are happy, he's happy. Anything more is just good fortune. He reaches over and ruffles Ace's hair.

"You always do, babe. But listen, anything other than that, anything, and I'll do it." He glanced at Ace. "You know I'd move the world for you."

Ace grinned and leaned into the hair ruffles. Affection was always nice. "I know you would." And he was careful not to abuse it too much.

"How much longer till we hit town?"

"Not long. Just up ahead. You can see it." He couldn't help but snort as he saw it creep steadily into view. "It's one of those towns." The smarmy little resort towns that didn't like poor people, pirates or off worlders cluttering their pristine streets. No poverty in Balamb, or at least not much that you could see. No parking either.

Ace would fit in and stand out there, as he fit in and stood out everywhere and Thatch couldn't help but be proud of him for that.

As they entered the town and Ace saw the inhabitants he looked down at himself and was secretly kind of glad he was wearing a shirt for once. He smiled as Thatch found a place to park on the street and then climbed out of the car, stretching and looking around. It was a beautiful port town and he could smell the sea in the streets.

"I love the smell of the ocean. The only thing that has ever come close to being this good is Marco fresh out of the shower." Ace smiled brightly over at Thatch. Ironically he would have originally chosen to tease Thatch and say that about him instead, but after their previous talk he had kind of made a mental note to not pick on him as much...after all. He wanted Thatch to hang around. "Which way to the bar?"

He didn't like the shirt. Why bother to fit in at this kind of place? He didn't like the thought of the wildfire being tamed but maybe that was just his own paranoia. He stepped out of the car, shoving his hands into his pockets. There aren't many stares now except for a few out of towners but who the hell cares about them?

"This way, babe," he said, jerking his head and starting down the street. He just wants to cut loose on this place. Show them what they really have to worry about--but wouldn't want the Garden to suffer. Partly since he still needed money to take care of everyone. There were a couple of girls eyeing them, well Ace probably, and giggling but Thatch more or less ignored them.

Ace grinned at the giggling girls and watched as they seemingly melted from his charisma. He was excited to get out of stuffy Garden and do something. He followed Thatch down the street towards the bar looking around and enjoying the night air. It was wonderful outside right now.

"Hey Thatch, we're gonna let loose right? I mean...well I can let loose right? You'll make sure I get back alright?"

He settled an arm around Ace's shoulders.

"You can get loose as much as you want. Even start a fire or two, why the hell not? Whatever trouble you get in, I'll get you out of." Just like it always was. Seeing Ace be as free as hell was just one of those things that was going to make life in this place that much better.

"Sounds like a plan, babe." Ace grinned wrapping an arm around Thatch;s waist as they headed into the bar. "This place is awesome. Bit tamer then the places at home but still nice. You get the drinks or should I?" ace asked knowing the other would be in charge of finding a place to sit.

"You get them, sweetheart. Order whatever you like." He saluted Ace and then found a quiet section at the end of the bar where there was just enough leg room. he ignored the looks he was getting. He wasn't a favorite around there and while he couldn't blame them, he resented them for it, too, because it was his prerogative. But as long as he had the gil, there was shit they could do-- which was, of course, why he kept coming back here.

Ace nodded and headed to the counter. He got a few raised eyebrows but his charming smile seemed to quell most of the odd looks. He wasn't as freakishly tall as Thatch was so he seemed a bit more 'normal' to them he supposed. But honestly, he didn't care what these people thought about him.

He opened a tab and got two mugs of ale and a few munchies that would be brought to their end of the bar. Then he turned with beer in hand and headed to sit with Thatch.

He couldn't help but watch the expressions change across the room at Ace's approach. He did that somehow, Thatch never quite got it. Had even envied it from time to time, especially because it was so damn effortless. He wondered if Ace even knew about it. In any case he let those bastards think whatever they wanted and took his ale.

"Thanks, babe." He didn't belong in this damn little town and that damn fussy Garden. Figures the afterlife made him even more trapped.

"How do you like things so far?"

Ace knew somewhat the effect he could have on people, but not the full extent of his 'abilities'. He smiled at Thatch and nodded when the other thanked him as he sipped his own drink and waited for their snacks to arrive.

"It's different, that's for sure. I can't say I completely hate it...but I do miss home and Pops and the rest of our brothers. Though I have to say that I think I would like to stay here for as long as possible. Getting to spend more time with you....and prolong the inevitable for myself back home....yeah, that sounds good." Ace gave Thatch a half smile and took another long drink.

"Even if you are an old man, in your head, I doubt there's anyone else around I would rather do this kind of thing with."

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Prolong the inevitable. He didn't even want to think about it. Damnit. He finished his drink and waved for another--but since this was supposed to be cheerful he was going to be cheerful. New Thatch his ass. He pushed the thought away. forcefully.

"That's because I am an old man. An old man whose trained you well. You're going to get laid more than a red carpet, my friend." Okay that didn't make a whole lot of sense but who cared. "Any lass catch your eye?"

Ace glanced around the bar observing quietly for a moment, a soft smile on his face. There were a few pretty ladies around. One in particular met his eye and smiled back as she tucked a long strand of honey colored hair behind her ear. He nodded his head and raised his mug in salute to her causing her to blush and turn away for a moment.

"One or two...the blonde in the corner is pretty cute. Seems like she's interested in me to boot." Ace said to Thatch as the barmaid brought over their snacks and another round of ale.

"I still wish you were carousing yourself. It really isn't as much fun without my smoking hot wingman."

"You don't need a wingman of any kind." Ace could get himself more women just with that grin than Thatch could with an entire evening of flirting. He wasn't jealous, though. How could he when he be when he was half charmed himself? He took a long sip of ale.

"That doesn't interest me any more." He wondered how long he was going to have to keep saying it. "But don't let that ruin your fun."

Ace frowned lightly at Thatch's remark. Man he wished he understood what was going on in that over moussed head of his. He just couldn't wrap his head around what had made Thatch so depressed and unhappy. I mean yeah sure learning you were dead was hard, and blaming yourself for someone elses death was harder...I mean Ace himself was still dealing with that as well. But he was trying. To him it seemed like Thatch was just ready to give up and roll over and die. Again. Sighing he just grabbed his mug and headed over to the blond and her friends. In no time at all they were talking and laughing and the blonde and her redheaded friend were pawing him and fawning over him while he regaled them with his tales. A brunette, also one of the young girls friends headed over to Thatch, taking Ace's empty seat and smiling at the older man.

"Hi, My name is Priscilla. What's yours?" She asked. She had dark brown eyes and a little mole on her left cheek that just made her look that much classier. She rested her head in her palm and crossed her legs. Interested in nothing more then a conversation she waited patiently for Thatch to respond.

That didn't take long at all. He watched bemused as Ace surrounded himself with not bad looking women and had them petting him. Warmth filled him. It was almost just like home. Almost. He's so entranced watching Ace, he almost doesn't notice the girl until she speaks. Priscilla, eh? She's a cute young thing and roughly about the size of a pencil.

"Thatch. Can I get you a drink?" The words were out of him before he knew they were in, instinct taking over. But eh. What the hell. What was the worst that could happen?

"Whiskey on the rocks would be wonderful." She smiled at him. "You and your friend aren't from around here? You members of Garden?" She asked softly. She meant no offense, but Thatch was rather freakishly tall. She had no feelings negative or positive about outworlders. She treated all people equally based simply upon their own actions and deeds. A rare breed in this place.

Over in the corner Ace was having a grand time that was very much improved by the fact that Thatch was not left alone. He hoped that the woman beside him could keep him company. She looked smart. He hoped so anyway.

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