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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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[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.]