text ★ 003 (end of Mar 20)

[sidecars]

Welp
I'm drunk in bed all alone on my birthday
Someone should come fix this

[ And a few moment later, Bucky edits his transmission for clarity and crowd control. And disappointed parent faces. ]

And if that wasn't implicitly clear
This is an adult slumber party
With adult activities
And adult drinks
In adult situations

[ So, chilluns, please don't come in here harshing Bucky's boner okay? HE'S LOOKING AT YOU, LINK!! DON'T YOU COME IN HERE WITH YOUR QUESTIONS. ]

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[sidecars]

Yeah something tells me that is so not the case
But we'll worry about that at a later date

[ You know, when he's not at the mercy of you bringing him more liquor. ]

Mero 7
No
Moro 7

[ersatzeverything]

I wouldn't lie to a guy on his birthday.

[That's a lie, yes he would. But he will bring liquor.

It takes about 15 minutes to get to the bar and get a bottle of gold rum and another five to make his way to the room Bucky told him. He hopes it really is Moro and not Mero deck or else some stranger is going to be very confused. He knocks at the door.]

Hey, FCS, booze delivery for you.

[sidecars]

Oh boy!

[ It's shouted from his side of the door. There's a sudden thump when Bucky jumps off the top bed and tromps over to the door to unlock it.

Thankfully for Deacon, he actually decided to put on pants for this delivery. The thermal shirt never got that far, but that's alright. He's too drunk enough to care about the scars. ]

Thanks, sailor.

[ersatzeverything]

Sailor? I'm not wearing the right suit for that game.

[He holds out the bottle.]

Happy birthday! Or as we say in the wasteland, congratulations on surviving this long! [They don't really say that, but looking at the scars on Bucky's chest, it's probably as apt for him as it is in the wasteland.]

[sidecars]

[ This is true and it's very disappointing. You need to start expecting these curve balls, Deacon. Like a sailor uniform. ]

Gosh, how hardcore! [ He takes it and then coos. ] Ohh rum. That'll go good with everything else!

[ Bucky is going to feel like a million shitty bucks tomorrow. ]

You gonna help share in the responsibility here?

[ Bucky shakes the bottle a little back and forth. C'moooon, drunken mistakes with a 21 yo, what can go wrong? ]

[ersatzeverything]

[Sorry, Bucky, you just get post-apocalyptic greaser chic today, with tattered jeans and a threadbare undershirt that used to be white once upon a time.]

Glad you appreciate it.

[He should probably leave it at that, but Deacon likes booze and he likes finding out about people and this gives an opportunity for both. So, yeah, one drink, give the guy some company on his birthday, and if someone takes Bucky up on his plea for more physical company, he can give him a thumbs up and then fuck off and leave him to it.]

I'll share a drink if you tell me a little about yourself. I don't like drinking with strangers, so we've gotta fix that. And all I know is that you're a soldier in an Old World war and you recently discovered flavored condoms. [Hence Deacon's nickname for him, FCS, "flavored condom soldier." (Blame Kaz Miller.)]

[sidecars]

Well, unfortunately, those are probably the most interesting facts about me already!

[ Which is completely untrue, but the more entertaining war stories are classified. And if you ever tell him what FCS is he will punch you. Right in the kisser BAM! ]

Also, I'm top bunk. So let's hope you're spry, old man.

[ There's a ladder by his bed, but Bucky would prefer to jump on top with an "oomf!" and pull the rest of himself up on the big swinging bed. ]

[ersatzeverything]

A ladder? I don't know if my creaky knees can make it.

[But he goes to the bed and grabs hold of one of the ropes right above the top mattress and quickly overhand climbs up and drops onto the bed. Doing recon missions in the wasteland keeps a guy active.]

Hey, I found a way to spare my knees after all.

And I know at least one other interesting fact about you. Miller said you're the guy to go to for firearms training.

[sidecars]

[ Okay. So this forty year old is hot shit. Notes are being made and stored away in his mind as he grabs his empty cup. ]

Here. [ Bucky will be a gentleman and let Deacon use his one cup. ] I am. Not to brag, buuuut I'm pretty damn swell. I'm a sniper back home among other things

[ersatzeverything]

[He takes the cup and has a swig of the rum, eyebrows raising up behind his sunglasses at the word "sniper." His favorite method of combat: quick, precise, and most importantly, far away.]

Awesome. I've got a laser pistol and a sniper rifle with me [More accurately a hunting rifle that's been jury rigged to hell to make it decent for sniping.] and I don't want to forgot how to use them or else I'll be dead in a day when I get back home. And if I can improve, even better. There's not much in the way of formal training back home. The post-apocalypse is a real bummer like that.

[sidecars]

Yeah, and all those poor pregnant men. Sounds like a real drag.

[ Yeah, he remembers your teasing from before. Bucky's like an elephant, he never forgets a slight. Without a cup he simply drinks from the bottle, wincing at the chemical taste. ]

Welp, I am an incredibly superbly trained soldier who can help you out. Just how many of you're left? Do you guys just fight each other?

[ It's all very confusing, this nuclear fallout. Bucky is a few months shy of the horrendous explosions that haunt Hiroshima and Nagasaki. ]

[ersatzeverything]

[Deacon chuckles at the reference to his earlier lie.]

Superbly trained, huh? You'll have to show me what you can do.

There's one or two thousand people in the Commonwealth...I guess you'd know it as Boston. Some of the people are assholes who will try to shoot you and rob your corpse, so non-assholes have to fight off the assholes pretty regularly. Then there's the ferals, the super mutants, the deathclaws, the mirelurks, the fucking giant mosquitoes of my nightmares... Let's just say that radiation is a magnificent bastard that mutated just about everything into big, angry, and hungry and so going for a walk around the block is generally pretty exciting.

[sidecars]

Anytime, pal. [ His smile is so smug. ] I'm good at hand-to-hand too, if you're feelin' particularly risque.

[ He'd love to drop you on your ass time and time again in the sim. ]

Gosh. This sounds like a horror movie... [ It almost sounds exciting, but Bucky doesn't have to live in it day after day as a common citizen. He's fairly sure it is a never ending nightmare. At least War eventually ends. ] Sure this is must be one helluva vacation from back there.

[ersatzeverything]

Good, because I suck. You know, at hand-to-hand fighting.

I could use more practice.

[He tilts back his head and takes a drink of rum.]

Yeah, for one thing the booze is waaaay better here. Most of it's kinda radioactive back home. One time I saw a guy drink a whole bottle of whiskey all at once without taking a RadAway and by the time he woke up the next day he had a killer hangover and also a second head. [Lying.]