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[yourbestguysgun]

[ Bucky's behind the school, a cigarette in his fingers, sitting on his backpack, slumped against the wall. His phone is in one hand, and the text is pretty much sent to everyone in his phone book. Which might not be that many people, but who the fuck cares? ]

who wants to buy me a drink?

[ Because what is the point in exams? And studying. And everything else. ]

perry's still lets us buy so ill c everyone there.

[ ooc: replies will come from detentions. Feel free to text or action the hell out of him! ]

Comments

[troubler]

The teacher picked it up and walked away. Grew attached to it, too, so I'm gonna miss it.

[ Which means it could go either way. ] Yours?

[detentions]

You would have had a beautiful relationship together, I'm sorry, man.

[ He shrugs. Fucking ruined it, who cares? I've never really given a crap.

[troubler]

Shit happens, dude.

[ He snorts, looks at him as if he's not sure he believes it. ] You've got a future with that boy of yours. You expecting him to make all the bread?

[detentions]

[ Shaking his head. ] Thinking of joining the army, actually. S’got into my head, maybe it’s a good idea.

[troubler]

Considered that path myself, and then I remembered archery's not really a thing they do these days. You'd have to take orders, too, you good with that?