BOOM, BITCH.

“you know, hanging out with me means you’ll probably see your own face plastered all over tomorrow’s tabloids. kinda just an occupational hazard at this point.”

“you see, history is much more fascinating than you’d expect it to be.”

“That look in your eyes— I know what it means. I see it everywhere I go. You want to ask me something, yet you hesitate. Why? Are you afraid I might hurt you?”

“it wasn’t a cult, alright? it was - more of a, uh - a commune.”

“Nope, stop right there. Before you say anything— this is just as confusing for me as it is for you. Scratch that— this is way more confusing for me. So just- don’t say anything stupid, alright?”

“Well, it’s a sandwich. Not as nice as night-pizza on a rooftop but— food is food.”

“Unless you want to meet your maker, I suggest you move.”

“hi, i’m bucky. i have one arm –– is that too forward?”

“i would never cheat at gin - and frankly i’m offended by the suggestion,” he insists, cards visibly sticking out of the sleeves of his ratty leather jacket.

“alright, alright slow down. care to explain again?” “i didn’t say anything, eddie.” “i know that, now shut up. no, not you –”

“no, actually. i do the laundry. she does the dishes. and i think for that, you’re gonna wanna soak it in a detergent solution for about half an hour, then wash on cold. let me know if that works.”

“Careful. I don’t remember if I put my explosive-tip arrows in that bag or not. Or was the acid tipped arrows.. Shit, I dunno.”

“What is this Tik Tok that I keep hearing mortals go on about?”

“They’re not actual earthquakes coming out of my hands. Technically it’s vibrations.”

Felicia stood and waited for her chips to dispense from the machine, but when they got stuck she let out a groan and hit the glass. “The one time I try to pay for something.” She grumbled to herself.