-- oh dear diary, we fell apart.

[yourbestguysgun]

"... What do you mean record a message? Ain't the whole point it bein' the other way round. Stupid piece o' --."

☎ Call
☏ Text
✔ Voicemail

[ ooc: action is also a-okay, if you know where to find him. :) ]

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[ call ]

[waitedforyears]

[ Picking up after the third ring. She's just sitting on the couch with the device in her hands, but she wasn't perfectly sure if she really wanted to talk to anyone. Except, she had called Bucky, hadn't she? So yes, picking up now. ]

Hi.

[ call ]

[yourbestguysgun]

I got a quarter of bourbon with your name on it, I'm bringin' it over, and I'm gonna keep you company, no arguing.

[ call ]

[waitedforyears]

[ Long pause. Actually, getting drunk sounds pretty damn good. ] Yeah, 'kay.

[ call ]

[yourbestguysgun]

I'll be at your apartment in fifteen, don't go nowhere.

[ call ]

[waitedforyears]

Wasn't planning on it. [ Another pause. ] I called in sick 'n all.

[ call ]

[yourbestguysgun]

Right, okay, I'll be right there. [ Hanging up and marching over. ]

[waitedforyears]

[ Amy's opened the door. And left it open. If someone other than Bucky walks in-- well, at least that'd be a distraction. She's back on the couch, staring blankly at the tv. Which isn't on. ]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Wandering in about ten minutes later. ] Jeez, it's worse than I thought.

[ Shutting the door, placing the bourbon on the coffee table. ] Where do you keep your glassls?

[waitedforyears]

Is it?

[ Waving towards the kitchen. She's just going to keep sitting here, okay.

Rory is gone. ]

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Going to fetch the glasses. ] You look shell-shocked, sweetheart.

[waitedforyears]

[ Non-commital noise, but she does try to pull herself together a bit. Trying being the key word here. ]

He's not supposed to leave, you know.

[yourbestguysgun]

I know, sweetheart. But there ain't nothing you can do. Beating yourself up ain't gonna help.

[waitedforyears]

'm not beating myself up.

[yourbestguysgun]

Sure y'ain't. You haven't been sat here thinkin' all of the bad stuff, have you? 'Course not.

[waitedforyears]

I--

he's just-- [ not supposed to be gone. Rory's the one who was always there. She used to take it for granted in an unthinking way, and then she took it for granted in a thankful way, but he was supposed to be there, always. ]

Yeah, maybe.

[yourbestguysgun]

It's gonna be hard no matter what happens, sweetheart. [ Finding the glasses and filling them up, offering her one. ] But that's just how life likes t'get you sometimes.

[waitedforyears]

[ She takes the glass, swirling the liquid for a moment before knocking it back in one go. There's something comforting about the way the alcohol burns. ]

I don't really like life all that much right now.

[yourbestguysgun]

No, I guess you don't. But it'll get better.

[waitedforyears]

I know. Now stop being so reasonable and let me get wasted to drown my sorrow, yeah?

[yourbestguysgun]

[ Laughing. ] Now that I can do.

[waitedforyears]

I knew there was a reason I called you.

[yourbestguysgun]

Ha. You just like me for my booze.

[waitedforyears]

'course. There any other reason I should like you, Barnes? [ The banter may still be a little weak, but it's a good distraction. ]

[yourbestguysgun]

How's about my sparkling personality?

[waitedforyears]

Not sure 'bout that.