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[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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[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.]