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]

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.]