Stanley would instantly be on alert because this was the last thing he'd been expecting. Scratch that, this had never even been something he'd ever imagined. Not only was this the last place he'd want to reunite with his twin, but clearly, Ford isn't in any state to be reuniting right now.
Ford is in that much of a state of intoxication that Stan can't help but wonder if this is the first time he's ever gotten drunk. Not to mention, he'd never quite pictured Ford getting drunk before, it always seemed too out of character for how nerdy he was.
Stan doesn't know what the people in charge are expecting from him. Obviously, they didn't tell him anything about who he was supposed to sort out other than a basic description, but they would've been able to tell the similarities. They mustn't have wanted him to try and back out before doing it if he'd known that who it was was clearly related to him. Had they then hoped that if he got this far he would be unable to back out?
Well fuck that. Stan doesn't play by the rules, and he's not going to start now. Not when his twin is dangerously drunk and clearly needs to be taken out of here.
So, all he has to do now is get Ford out of here safely. Whether Ford wants to or not. Which seems to be a very high possibility with the way he's drunkenly staring at another slot machine.
Have an idea for a fic that I’m definitely not going to write.
essentially, ford hits a roadblock in his research, but doesn’t summon Bill. He’s just burned out from all that gifted kid syndrome, trying to power through it. His mother recommended he take a break, and the perfect opportunity for that arrived when Fiddleford calls, asking Ford to be his Best Man, and inviting him to his bachelor party.
in Vegas.
so Ford reluctantly goes with Fiddleford and two of his other friends to the city of sin, and Ford completely DESTROYS the casinos. He’s counting cards, he’s worked out the algorithm for when the slot machines hit a jackpot, and he gets SUPER drunk. Ford is having the time of his life cus he gets to use maths to flex on people. And he’s NOT SUBTLE.
so at the end of the night, the casino take Ford out back, and send a goon to beat him up.
and you’ll never guess who the goon is!
so now Stan and Ford have to work together and try to escape the gangs and crime lords that run 1970s Las Vegas.
I call it Gifted Kid Syndrome.
again, not doing anything with it, feel free to do anything with the idea, up to and including wiping your butt with it. Just like, tag me or whatever.