I need a designated, uh. "Get me back home after I drink my dad's bodyweight in booze" guy, and I don't want to ask Sabo this time. Thought you might be a pal and let me be a burden for the night.
It's a long story, and I want to be sheets to the wind before I talk it through. Please.
[ He's always polite, after all. Even when falling apart at the seams.
Ace waits outside the club, bundled up tight against the chill in the air and the illness inside of him. Hunched and weary, he'll manage a brief smile when he spots the other. ]
[ Embarrassing, that he turns to a guy who's seen him at his worst multiple times now. As if having ( nearly ) all his shame on display has left him with little resistance to being desperately vulnerable now. ]
Thank fuck, [ he cusses faintly, as Buck rallies him.
Tiredly, he rams a shoulder into the other man, and slips his way into the club in search of the bar and the first round. His stomach will hate him for it, paralyzed as it is at the end of his current lifecycle, but he needs the buzz. ]
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I mean, before you stumble on me in the throes of another bad time lol
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Also, don't worry about that other stuff, but are you okay?
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I need a designated, uh. "Get me back home after I drink my dad's bodyweight in booze" guy, and I don't want to ask Sabo this time. Thought you might be a pal and let me be a burden for the night.
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Is there an occasion?
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[ He's always polite, after all. Even when falling apart at the seams.
Ace waits outside the club, bundled up tight against the chill in the air and the illness inside of him. Hunched and weary, he'll manage a brief smile when he spots the other. ]
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[ He shows up at the club as he promised, twenty minutes later. ]
Hey, come on.
[ He claps his hand on Ace's shoulder and ushers him into the club. ]
All drinks on me.
cw brief description of terminal illness
Thank fuck, [ he cusses faintly, as Buck rallies him.
Tiredly, he rams a shoulder into the other man, and slips his way into the club in search of the bar and the first round. His stomach will hate him for it, paralyzed as it is at the end of his current lifecycle, but he needs the buzz. ]
How've you been, man?
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[ Which means good because he's been too busy to think about how much he misses his friends back home.
Getting drinks and making friends with Ace is, okay yeah, about Ace at the moment, but it's a little bit about Buck too. ]
What's the strongest thing they've got here? I'm thinking you'll need at least three.