#muse wade

[labyriinths]

@sailedsunset​

Wade disliked the morning shift, but he needed the night off. He wasn’t in a very conversin’ mood and for some god awful reason Lemon had decided to do a brunch on the weekdays. He was sick and tired of tellin her this wasn’t fancies. People came here for the same ol’ grits, runny omelets and the greasy burgers. That’s it. But, he had to admit some of the cocktails she made for the brunch wasn’t so bad. He was too damn stubborn to give the ‘new’ dishes a try, but he liked the extra prices they were chargin’ for them though. As he finished polishing up one of the glasses, he looked up and saw Deputy Walsh come through. “Mornin’ Dep. What can I get ya?” One of the waitresses slid over the brunch special to Shane. Shrimp n’ grits, Steak n’ eggs, Chicken n’ Waffles, peach bellini, irish coffee, million dollar bloody mary. Wade rolled his eyes. “We got the normal stuff too.” 

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Wine-in Blues

@thestcryofus  »» Dr. Zoe Hart Setting: Rammer Jammer Timeline: Zoe’s 3rd week in town, late afternoon. “Doc, I told ya. All we got is white or red.” Wade brings out a bottle of the house wine, and pours it in the wine glass and slides it over. “We don’t get many folks asking for wine .” He looks at her, and promptly laughs, his flirtatious smile aiming up at the those dark chocolate doe eyes of hers. “What’s got you blue? Brick givin’ you a hard time?”

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@hercesofourtime “Hey, at least they used a nice photo of you.” (sam to wade)

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"Bubba, I ain't ever been famous before. I don't even use the internet. The closest to that is when I play the xbox and that's just video games. This viral thing is making me nervous. Alls I got was drunk one night-- n' started serenadin' women at the bar. That ain't illegal and bands and stuff do it all the time. I don't see how that makes me viral all of a sudden. I ain't some disease." Wade grabbed his pillow and dramatically threw it over his face shielding the shame. "I ain't ever livin' down the headline of 'Schmoozing Wade strikes again. Bluebell's wanna be bachelor breakin' hearts while drunk.' " He tossed the pillow to the side and looked at Sam again. "Someone left me a voicemail that made me feel very violated."

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@cagedpotential there better be a life-or-death reason for you banging my door on my yearly "sleepless in seattle” rewatch. let me guess, one of those bimbos snatched your house keys after a session of skinny-dipping and now you can’t get home to dry up wade junior? / zoe to wade

He was feelin feverish. In and out of sleep all day. N' he probably downed more than the recommended daily intake of dayquil with crazy earl's suggestion of two shots of whiskey. But he felt his spirits lift up and his inhibitions more motivated than ever. Hell-- even walkin felt like he was floatin on the dirt. What a time to be alive. As he walked over to Zoe's, he gave a her a dopey smile. Only catching every other word she was saying but not fully digesting it. He surmised she was asking why he was there so all he responded was. "To spend time wit ya silly. Ain't that what two people in love with each other suppose to do?" he smiled, leaning in with full intention to kiss her.

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"Yeahh I'm sorry about Meatball. He's harmless but ya found him at a vulnerable time." Wade didn't kick meatball out frequently, in fact, he tended to run up quite the tab. But, Lemon saw to that account bein' permanently closed. Breaking his heart and then his wallet. He had to give it to her, brutal. He wasn't complaining neither. At least the bills were gettin' paid again. That is-- until the subsequent victim of the co-owner of The Rammer Jammer decided to take to his sorrows to their place of employment and hit on the new entertainer for the evening. "He won't be coming back tonight. Ya got the Kinsella guarantee. Best kind there is 'round these parts."

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@drhart “ this is you thinking rationally? “ / for wade from zoe!

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It doesn't take longer than a few seconds before he responds, and he can't believe she has the audacity to judge him. Like she knows how things run around this town. "Look Doc, contrary to popular belief (in that lovely little diluted mind of yours) your way ain't exactly the way the rest of the world works."

He leans back and crosses his arms behind his neck. Sure, there was cause for concern, but this was bluebell. The residents ate this all up. They were all well versed in murder she wrote, and all those damn podcasts they keep recommending him. The idea of a missing person would intrigue everyone and thus...

"This type of situation calls for a little something I like to call, chaos lenses," he can't help but provide a cocky smirk for coining the phrase, before continuing. "You see, all you have to do is spread the information to the proper location, and it'll spread like wildfire. You think the internet stuff is quick in the city? It fails against the rumorville in Bluebell. The old guy will turn up in no time. I say we consider the dixie stop."

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@drhart ​ ~ Wade for Zoe

“Oh come on, doc. Admit it.” he paused for effect walking over to one of the stools and grabbing one of the fruits from the counter. Sitting down, his chiseled muscles more apparent than ever as he wore just a tight undershirt and some ripped jeans.  “You’re sweet on me ain’t ya?” his shit eating grin followed her as she looked through the breakfast spread Lavon left behind. Taking a bite out of an apple, he made sure to chew slowly for better emphasis on his words. “Ya gonna have to learn to quench your thirst. It’s a dangerous thing to be dehydrated.” 

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@drhart​​  WOUND upon noticing a recent injury on the receiver’s person, the sender carefully moves closer, running a thumb (or hand) across the wound in a gentle, troubled manner. / for wade from zoe!

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐆𝐎 👀.

He’d taken off his plaid shirt so Zoe could inspect the gash in his chest further. He was wet, and the fence he’d been caught in was rusty and old. Wade didn’t think much of it since this kind of thing happened all the time. Of course, not when it was raining cats and dogs, but still nothing out of the ordinary. Zoe was adamant she check it, and he didn’t argue. It seemed she was finally not upset with him for whatever reason it was today she was annoyed at him. The doctor always found something annoying about him. But it was fine because he thought she was coo coo herself, so he’d about call it even. 

The bartender wasn’t inclined to share he was feeling feverish though. Likely it had to do with being drenched from head to toe with the random storm that hit them, so he didn’t think anything of it. As her thumb inspected the gash, he winced feeling particularly sensitive towards the middle of the injury. “I thought doctors were suppose to have delicate hands. No wonder the town folk have a problem with you,” he teased mockingly with a slight hidden smile for good measure.