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[trainwrecked]

I'm not here right now, so you should leave a message?

I hope this's what I was supposed to do...

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voice;

[imaginate]

Hey, man, there's this new place down in Metal Sector opening this week. You free?

['I have information. It may be urgent.']

voice;

[trainwrecked]

[... huh.]

'course. Tonight or tomorrow night?

voice;

[imaginate]

How's tomorrow night?

voice;

[trainwrecked]

I'll be there.

voicemail

[controlledvariable]

So, I'm not sure who owes who at this point, but now that fog's gone, one of us definitely needs to buy the other a drink.

[by which she means "hi, Bucky"]

Re: voicemail

[trainwrecked]

[ Good thing that it's voice, because Bucky's reaction when he gets this message is. Pretty hilarious. Because Steph. And because he sort of botched things with the other Steph who was here, so he's pretty certain that's not her, but a Steph who knows him, which means. Hell. ]

Welcome back.

[ There's a smile in his voice, but it's definitely shaky. Because of what Natasha discovered while she was first here. Because Rikki. Because so many things. ]

I'm... yeah, I'll take this one. There's a foreigner-run establishment, now, wanna try that one, or go for kedan-run ones for old time's sake?

[controlledvariable]

Thanks.

[And she means it, even if she's still conflicted about a lot of things.

She was glad to hear that Bucky's still around, as much as she's sure he would've been hurt by Steve's department even more than she was.]

I'm thinking kedan-run, for old time's sake and for privacy's sake.

[Not that she minds being seen out with Bucky, but if they're catching up, she'd rather have a little space from other Foreigners.]

[trainwrecked]

All right. Kedan-run it'll be. Wood or Earth?

[ The flashier sectors might be more comfortable, but these two did make the better booze, on the whole. In Bucky's opinion. ]

[controlledvariable]

It'll be easier to stumble home drunk from an Earth sector bar.

[important things to consider]

[trainwrecked]

Your wish is my command.

Shall I come pick you up?

[controlledvariable]

You're too good to me, and I'd love for you to come pick me up. I'm still in EA-2C, but I'm in the suite facing East. How does an hour from now sound?

[trainwrecked]

Only when I don't stuff my foot in my mouth, apparently.

[ There's a wry smile to his voice. ]

I'll be there. And, see you then, then!

[controlledvariable]

That sounds like a story that you can tell me once we've had a few. See you in a bit, Barnes.

[And she cuts the feed.]