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[cottoncandypink]

Weird things happen when Wilford gets bored. Which is why he's sitting down at a table with a beer and a pack of cigarettes, reading cached restaurant reviews on Yip! For his restaurant. That reality still hasn't quite sunk in yet, but it will, once the money goes through and everything is transferred over.

He got bored and bought a restaurant. Someone will probably want to shout at him over this too, since he's been shouted out about everything he does lately.

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[iprotectyou]

Baze doesn't want to shout at Wilford. Baze wants to ply forgiveness out of him with more moonshine. So that's why the Jedhan sets a mason jar down at the Earther's elbow, and then crosses around to settle in one of the unoccupied chairs.

"I'm sorry."

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford looks at the moonshine, and then up at Baze. He picks up the jar, and returns to reading page after page of reviews.

"You don't go ratting a guy out to his women, man."

[iprotectyou]

Baze pulls a piece of wood and his pocketknife out of his pocket, and sets to whittling.

"His women? You own Nichola?"

[cottoncandypink]

"Yeah, sure. The same way the dog owns me."

Which is to say not at all, even in the slightest. But she still counts as 'his.'

[iprotectyou]

Ah. Welp. Baze understands the distinction.

"I won't mess with her, then, since she's yours," he says, and then holds up a hand.

"Not that I was planning to."

[cottoncandypink]

"You better fucking not."

Who's he kidding? Nichola can take care of herself.

But still. Wilford doesn't like people messing with his stuff. Of which Nichola definitely qualifies.

[iprotectyou]

"I won't," Baze says, pressing his thumb against the knife, which slides a splinter off the wood. He notes silently that Nichola might not be as protective of Wilford--or she might be, who knows? Baze certainly doesn't. He'll have to ask her.

"She doesn't put up with a lot of crap."

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford takes a deep breath. "No, she does not," he agrees.

She's high on the list of people who will probably call him an idiot tomorrow morning.

"Why do you think I like her?"

[iprotectyou]

"I like her, too, for the record," Baze says, shrugging.

"Though that's probably obvious."

[cottoncandypink]

That earns Baze a suspicious look.

"You're not her type."

Even if he were, which he's not, Wilford would do everything in his power to sabotage that.

[iprotectyou]

Baze blinks at him.

"Type?"

[cottoncandypink]

"She's not into you."

Probably. Hopefully.

[iprotectyou]

"Into me?" Baze says, his brow creased.

"You mean... like a relationship? Oh, no, I'm not interesting in dating Nichola!"

Baze throws his head back and laughs. That's absurd.

[guppy_sandhu]

Here's someone who would like to shout at Wilford, but it never goes well, so he'll try not to.

"Hey Wilford." Guppy sits opposite him. "Can you clear something up for me please?"

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford looks up, sees who it is, and rolls his eyes.

Yay. More people shouting at him.

"What now?" he grumbles.

[guppy_sandhu]

He's not shouting at all. Well, not yet.

"Someone's been giving the kids boxes of fireworks and cash. Brooke took one of the fireworks to school. I need to know what was exactly in the boxes so I know how to deal with the situation. Was it you?"

[cottoncandypink]

"How should I know?" Wilford asks.

He has no idea what was in the boxes. He doesn't even remember giving them out. Even if he did, he specified a random assortment.

"Who's Brooke?"

[guppy_sandhu]

"How would you know - well, it's the sort of thing most people would remember doing. And Brooke is my five year old daughter." Guppy says.

Since Autor has already told him it was Wilford, and Nichola gave him the clue about Chinese New Year to confirm it, he's really just seeing if Wilford has the balls to own up. Of course, if he genuinely doesn't remember, that complicates the matter.

[cottoncandypink]

"The annoying one?" Wilford asks.

Wilford was beyond drunk when he bought the fireworks. He knows that he did it, because Autor told him, and the bar confirmed it. Beyond that, it's anyone's guess what was in that box.

[guppy_sandhu]

"The one who shaved half her head." Guppy says.

[cottoncandypink]

"Yeah, that's what I said."

He sighs, and looks away from his laptop to face Guppy properly.

"Was anyone hurt?" he asks plainly.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Not yet." Guppy says. "She tried to attach it to her teacher's chair, but ran out of selotape and couldn't find anything to light it with. She did come home minus an eyebrow the other day though, which now makes a lot more sense."

He sighs, but continues calmly. If Autor got a box, all the kids of the bar were targeted, not his own. The scenario here could be worse. Wilford is apparently an idiot, but he's not trying to mess with his kids.

"Wilford, while it was kind of you to give the bar's kids money, and I will make sure that mine thank you for that by the way, surely even you can see that giving young children a box of fireworks without adult supervision is really dangerous? If you want to celebrate Chinese New Year with the kids, how about next year we have a supervised event out back? I'd be happy to help with that, and I'm sure Bonnie would too."

[cottoncandypink]

"Nobody was hurt. What's the problem?"

Isn't this how kids learn what's dangerous? By getting into trouble?

[guppy_sandhu]

"That's poor logic." Guppy says. "Does your house have a smoke alarm even when it's not on fire? Does your car have a seatbelt and airbag even when it hasn't been crashed yet? Do you get a werewolf jab before or after you get bitten by a werewolf?"

[cottoncandypink]

"I get rear ended every other week," Wilford complains.

He still doesn't wear a seatbelt, either.