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green hues survey their expression, ensuring they're being honest—— &. seem satisfied. hitting the mean streets of las vegas along wasn't a big deal. ( once you've walked through gotham, could anywhere really get the best of you? ) no. the answers no. still, solo heroics aside, wally prefers someone at his side. someone to shoot a knowing look, share a good laugh, and then move on to the next thing. quipping at crooks and robbers isn't the same as between friends—— way too many bullets flying. ( even though ONE proves too many to most. )
laughter revs, a light rumble in chest, yet stifles itself into a chuckle. springing to his feet, wally balls up what's left of the burger wrapper, it sails through the air—— nice long arc and just barely makes it into the trash. hands clap together, smile growing far prouder. ❛ score one for the red team—— orange team? ... team vegas. ❜ better off keeping it simple; easier on both of them.
part of him wants to ask if they're really sure about this, if they really want to lead him around. ( without witnesses, wally could admit he's a bit pushy ... maybe. ) although, he kept his concerns to himself. no point treading the same track over and over. ( right? ) ❛ m'wally. wally west. better than callin' me your tourist all day, yeah? ❜ they parrot with a grin. ❛ let's do something fun—— oh oh! but near another burger stand. never know; might get hungry later. ❜ ( he would. )
Mark's here for his own personal reasons, but there's no mistaking the way his eyes light up when the offer is extended. There's nothing he loves more than a chance to have some fun, after all—his siblings will still be here when he's done showing this guy around.
Probably. He's been looking for excuses to avoid actually talking to them, anyway.
"You might wanna consider hitting up some of the casinos, 'cause today's your lucky day!" Mark shoots an energetic wink, then laughs at his own little joke. "'Certified guide' is pushing it, but I know my way around well enough, I think. And I happen to be free. I mean, who comes to Vegas with a plan for what they're gonna do, right? Well—I guess responsible people. Anyway, I'll tag along. Beats doin' it all by myself!"
Not a lot of people would flag down a kind stranger for this sort of thing. Mark himself probably would, but he knows it's not really the way most people would go about it. That alone is enough of a reason to want to go along with things, if only for the sake of curiosity and entertainment.
He pushes himself out of his chair, enthusiastic as ever. "I'm Mark, by the way, so you don't hafta walk around all day callin' me your tour guide. You got anything you're especially down for? Somethin' fun, somethin' laid back? I guarantee you I can find whatever."
inhaling what's left of the burger half, wally cleans what little bits of ketchup and mustard are still clinging to his fingers. it wouldn't be lying to say he felt a hundred——no a million times better already. it'll give him more than enough juice if he needs it, although he isn't expecting much. las vegas ... surely it's not a place with anything to worry about? it wasn't a mission——as others insists. enjoy yourself, they told him. at a point it started feeling like they were just trying to get rid of him, which, y'know, fair enough.
"tourist-y stuff——no, wait——stuff locals like——uh ... any chance we can do both?" it's the first time he's stepping foot into vegas; he's been through her more than few times but he meant that literally. it's a blur on his travels to other places and he barely remembers a thing each time. to put it simply: it's his first time ever spending more than thirty seconds in the city of sin. bit odd that it never popped up during his time with the team. you'd think it would've been the first place to stir up all sorts of trouble for them to be sent to deal with.
"oh, and by we, i mean me. i mean, i can't expect you to follow me around all day and help me out ... right? not that i'd turn down a certified guide." it's a bit of a leading question, he'll admit. not his finest attempt to thread the needle of a delicate topic, but he's doing his best. "but, y'know, if that is something you DID want to do i can cover today's expenses for us." all hail the batman appointed credit card. "whaddaya say? wanna be my partner in crime?"
Damn. He must have been really hungry.
Mark comes close to feeling bad about having made his acceptance into a bit, but it's hard to linger on those kinds of guilty feelings when the guy's sticking around for a chat after scarfing down his leftovers. He's probably not all that torn up over the specifics of getting them.
"Well," he starts, still sporting a bright grin, "you're in luck! No-one in the world's better at this whole tourist thing than I am."
Expertise just comes with the package of being on the move so often; Mark is a tourist everywhere, taking in everything he can everywhere he stops. A local might know a thing or two about some niche, out-of-the-way place for good food or a good time, but Mark's always been good about sniffing out things or places that are entertaining.
He rests his arm on the back of his chair, then leans his head into his waiting palm, attempting to give his food thief some sort of scrutiny—like he's trying to judge exactly what sort of avenue to take this. "So what, you lookin' for some typical tourist-y stuff? Or are you one 'a those people who wants to pretend they know how to blend in with the locals? Plenty 'a shit to do either way. You like shows? Lotsa shows. There's a rollercoaster in a casino. Isn't that the sickest fuckin' thing you've ever heard of in your life? Who does that? It's probably a death trap but that's a sick way to go out. My sister made me ride it."
"thanksmanyou'realifesaver." words hurtle off his tongue like a racecar zipping around a track——all in less than a second, a picosecond, actually. "er, i mean, thanks, man. i'll be sure to cherish this burger that could've totally saved your life. minus the pickles, can't eat those." a loose grin hangs off his lips before hurrying to take the burger in question. running low on calories ... well, that's a speedster's personal hell. far as wally knows, though, he might've had it the worst. it earned him, at one point, the name 'kid mouth' rather than kid flash. least that's what dick loves to call him even to today.
plucking the top bun from the burger, he gently flicks the pickles off onto a napkin and takes his first bite. ah! delicious calories. exactly what every growing flash needs—don't fact-check that. you're hearing it from a true professional, after all. right now, wally's in heaven but really wondering if he's got enough on him to pick up a nice shake. some fries too——oh, and one of those little wildcat toys.
"so, between starving to death and crying, what exactly is there to—" a light burp. "excuse me, uh, what exactly is there to do around here? 'm a bit new to this tourist thing." sort've. long as the words stretched a bit.
@amcssing asked → “ you gonna eat that? ” wally to mark / yeah im back again ( src. / accepting. )
Like in many such prior cases with many other individuals, Mark's first instinct is to just hand over the discarded half of his burger without any complaint.
That's not what he does, though. It's not like he was going to finish it either way, but his second and more important instinct is to be really annoying about the whole situation. There are some real desperate people out there who will only let go of their hard-earned food kicking and screaming—Mark just wants to go out being a little bit of an asshole about it.
"Sorry, I just ran outta all my money and this is the last good burger I'm ever gonna get," he lies. "I mean, I guess you can take it, but I'll just starve to death after. And cry. I'll cry an' I'll starve to death about it. Is that what you want? You want me to die? Wow. What a cruel and unjust world I live in."
He leans back in his seat, offering a look halfway between judging and amused. Then he shrugs, breaking out into a smile.
"Nah, you can have it."