He’s not even mad at Kaldur.
Well, okay— yeah maybe he is. Wally has no problem taking orders, at least when it’s appropriate. You know, out in the field and in the middle of life and death situations, and all that junk. But when Kaldur goes as far as bossing them around on their night off, locking them up on New Years Eve… that’s basically something the redhead isn’t going to be able to shut his mouth about. Like, he’ll respect him as team leader but the dude isn’t his personal guardian— and sure as hell doesn’t have the right to ground him for something like drinking. And he didn’t even want to drink! Not really, anyway. He only had a gulp or two and let’s be honest here— beer is pretty gross tasting. It’s like drinking something out of an old boot. The absolutely oldest boot you can find. Or maybe one of Supes` boots aft— the point is, it should be his choice to drink gross tasting stuff if he wants too.
Wally piles more turkey onto the sub roll, bringing it to the point that physics should state would never close around the meat. Rest assured, it’ll get even more ridiculous when he adds all his toppings.
But yeah, he’s still kinda mad at Kaldur but the person he’s really pissed at is Artemis.
It was the girls plan, they were the ones who brought the stuff to Green Arrow’s. They were the ones downing it like it was water but when push comes to shove, she just sits there and takes all of Kaldur’s spew? Doesn’t do anything more than grab his arm and ask him to sit back down while he gets ripped into for trying to basically defend her actions?
Well, that crap don’t fly here, sista`.
No matter how distractingly hot you are.
He finishes the heavy construction on his snack, tosses a handful of chips and a pickle slice onto the plate before heading towards the couch. He’s got plans to finish some of the movies from last night. Everyone ended up passing out during the second one (if you’re wondering, yes, Superboy does mutter about dumpsters in his sleep) and Wally had been saving the best for last so now with everyone else out and about, it was the perfect time. Better now before Kaldur calls the league and tattles on them.
“Who knows what they’ll punish us with.“ Wally mutters, plopping down right in the middle of the couch, propping his feet on the table top. “Only missions they’ll probably send us on after that is getting donuts for the actual Justice League meetings.”