So Joey was a sucker for tasteless jokes, but Wade started it with the Italian teasing. Which, P.S., was constant, not just for tonight. Joey wondered how he hadn't yet kicked Wade out permanently - though he'd probably just apparate right back. [i]Wow.[/i] Joey half-smiled, clearly amused and knowing full well that Wade wasn't [i]actually[/i] affected by all of that, so no remorse was owed. Plus, he always tended to come back with something of his own... [i]While you drink that, I can grow a few tumours. Productivity.[/i] Joey rolled his eyes, but still sank closer when Wade held him by the sides, a tiny smirk on his face betraying his spiel of annoyance. [b]"You know, collectively, we're kind of awful. Maybe we shouldn't be going out into public."[/b] A hint of laughter played on his voice and he tilted his chin up, trying to level with Wade.

[i]I was kidding, Joseph! I thought you liked Italian, anyway?[/i] Joey probably wouldn't have forgiven him if a kiss didn't immediately follow that, then another sweetly placed on his cheekbone. Joey pursed his lips briefly, weighing his head to the side consideringly. [b]"All right. You're funny, I [i]guess.[/i]"[/b] He laughed, pressing a chaste kiss against Wade's jawline since it was the most easily accessible, and almost made to escape from his grasp so they could leave already. [i]Kiss me like you miss me, Joey.[/i] Joey stopped in his motion, smile dwindling because that was ridiculously charming, and Joey only weakly responded when Wade continued to kiss him. At first, anyway. He remembered the meaning behind Wade's words instead of just how winsome they sounded and tentatively curled his hand around the back of Wade's neck, trying to pull him down somewhat to deepen the kiss.

When they finally separated, Joey had apparently regained the energy to play along to all of Wade's dumb jokes like he usually did. [i]Damn, why wasn’t I there? Was it when you were-[/i] Don't. [i]Straight?[/i] Joey unceremoniously slapped Wade's air quotes aside while he tried communicating in his made-up Italian, his expression steely. [b]"[i]Zitto,[/i]"[/b] he interrupted fluidly, the quickest 'shut up' he could muster. [i]No but seriously, which sister? I think I met a few in Ilvermorny days. Oh yeah, one of them definitely had a crush on me.[/i] [b]"Isabela? Yeah, you missed your chance. She's the one who got married, now you're stuck with me. Sucks to suck, Walcott."[/b] He was already turning away whilst speaking, already fully prepared to put together Wade's outfit and maybe sneakily put some of his wardrobe in order while he was at it. Wade wasn't, like, outright messy, but he definitely did not care to keep things from being messy. There was a very indistinct line between those two states of being, though.

[i]You know, maybe I should ask Bren.[/i] Joey cracked up, thinking about Wade in leather pants and a leopard print blazer. Wait. Maybe he [i]should[/i] call Brendon. Joey looked at him sort of seriously for a second, totally unintentional, then quickly turned as if his mind could be read. [i]Ugh, I’m not sixty. Anyway, yeah, I’m gonna call Brendon, like- ‘What should I wear if I want to sleep with your dad tonight?'[/i] [b]"[i]WADE[/i],"[/b] he said quickly, nearly knocking a coat off its hook in his haste to turn around again. He looked entirely exasperated, but that was pretty typical around here. [b]"Where's your phone? I need to confiscate it. He's traumatized enough without your help."[/b] Joey paused, then an eyebrow rose, coming to a belated realization. [b]"You want to sleep with me tonight? Gross. I'm flattered."[/b]

Wade looked resigned to his clothing options. [i]I guess it doesn’t really matter, they’ll be coming off anyway. Towel it is.[/i] [b]"[i]Ooh,[/i] interesting,"[/b] he humoured him, twisting his voice teasingly. [b]"I can't wait to get kicked out and you're charged for, like, indecent exposure. Hey, how about you wear something of mine? Clearly all you have is..."[/b] Joey examined a jersey with just a big red maple leaf logo on it, then sighed long-sufferingly instead of finishing his sentence. Shaking his head, he retrieved another suit of his own, holding it up to Wade and coming to the conclusion that their different heights was maybe something of an obstacle here. [b]"So the sleeves will be a little short. Big deal! It's cute. Hey, wait, see if the jacket looks good with a towel."[/b] Because Joey thought he was hilarious, he'd partially given up on the search for something acceptable, handing over the jacket solely to amuse himself with how the ensemble might look.