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“Listen, I come from a place where some people still idolise Mussolini. But I still don’t understand how some people can think so highly of themselves and others believe stupid things like this are going to help.” Corny replied. She leaned her cheek against her hand, her hair cascading over it, and let one of her hands play with his, tapping her fingers against his. “But are you worried? Or do you want the anarchy?”

Barrel’s eyes widened slowly, “Mussolini? Seriously? Yikes. I mean the man’s death was a public circle jerk of kicking him around like a pinata and he’s still worshipped?” He shook his head in disbelief, “I agree, it won’t help, but,” He took her hand, pressing a light kiss to it as his eyes met hers. “I enjoy the chaos of an anarchy. After all, it’s about time this regime or whatever the fuck it is in the White House, gets taken down. Will you be there to watch with me?” 

“And this is why we never should have gotten rid of stagecoaches.” Truth be told, if it weren’t for airplanes Thomas wouldn’t be here now. He’d been incredibly lucky. Nowadays he never would have made it onto a plane and flown all the way across the country.

“All due respect, Mr. O’Malley, but wouldn’t this be a good thing? Get them all riled up so that way there is a change to what’s been going on, rather than focusing on stagecoaches?” 

Violet scoffed sarcastically. “Maybe anarchy is what this country needs, see if after that people manage to pull their head out of their ass.” She thought to herself as she looked at her cup; only to realize she hand’t really thought about it, but said it out loud and look up in slight horror. 

Barrel slowly looked over to the blue-eyed brunette in awe, mostly at the fact that this was the first time he had ever heard her speak, loudly and with her tone dripping in sarcasm. Laying back in his chair he eyed her for a moment and then simply said, “Go on.” 

“Money makes the world turn,” Jane sighed, “Anger the rich people and lawmakers will listen, apparently. Unfortunately, they’re the least of our worries in this situation.”

“It’s unfortunate that it’ll be the only thing that’ll get the lawmakers to listen, but,” Barrel pointed out. “With the TSA and U.S. being the majority of working class people and being the ones to help keep the states safe from international terrorism, you would think them calling in sick or even threatening to strike would be concerning.” 

“Then don’t, you perv.” Shay replied with a playful shove at his shoulder. The blonde shook her head at him. “I don’t see how me kicking your ass in the parking lot would help, but fine. I won’t tell.” She pushed some of her hair behind her ears. “You know you’re basically my only family, so… I love you, bro and all that crap.” She couldn’t help but let out a bark of laughter at this. “How romantic. Why do say that?”

“You painted an image in my head, I didn’t ask for that,” He laughed, shaking his head. “Woah woah, who said you’d kick my ass. Someone’s getting ahead of themselves now,” He teased with a smirk. “Awwww, you love me,” Barrel grinned wrapping his arms around the blonde in a hug. “Listen,” He straightened himself out and sighed. “She’s fuckin’ intelligent, cultured. Knows her shit. Has a passion in what she does. A fire in her eyes...and I want to be walking next to her side by side while she tells me more about what fuels that fire.” 

“I’ll make sure to remember that.” Tam chuckled. “In my opinion anything might be better than what’s going on right now.”

“Of course. Hell, my dad was snapchatting that they were blasting Bohemian Rhapsody in LAX. He didn’t even get his bag checked and managed to smuggle in his flamin’ hot cheetos fries,” Barrel shook his head with a laugh.

“I think it’s awesome that people are going on strike and standing up against the almighty power. Most historical moments are very wild, for the times.” She laughed at herself before her own smile dropped nodding, “He isn’t a man someone running this country should look up to. Being here is a dream no matter what.”

“Honestly, people have been marching since the beginning of the history of this country, I mean how fucked up is that?” He shook his head, “It’s gonna be worth noting historically, future generations are gonna be like ‘what the fuck? that’s wild’,” He chuckled and then sighed. “That’s a pretty valid point, although I wouldn’t exactly say being here is a dream.” 

“It can easily do that, at least there are plenty of people who actually fat check and keep the masses from getting too over the top.” She tapped the edge of her tea cup before smirking, “I can agree there, I lived in a country too long were I had no voice. I don’t plan to let that happen again.”

“Yeeeah...not for long. You know how many people are calling in sick and going on strike? It’s fuckin’ wild, legendary, but wild,” He chuckled until his smile fell. “That’s right, you come from the country of Putin. Yeesh. Can’t imagine living over there like that. More power to you.” 

“I think its a good distraction.” Anya spoke smiling a bit. “This man is throwing a tantrum and he thinks it’s going to work.” Shaking her head she sighed, “But Anarchy is going to be kind of interesting to watch right?” 

“That’s what they’re saying is the hope, but people get fucked in the ass in the process,” Barrel pointed out taking a sip of his coffee. “Oh, it won’t work, but I want in on the anarchy, watching’s boring as fuck.” 

Diana didn’t hide how her eyes traveled up and down his frame. He was attractive, to say the least, but she wasn’t about to say that outright to his face. She lifted the glass to her lips again, taking another sip before she looked him in the eye. “Is that so?” Turning in her seat, she looked around the room. “Yes, well, surely no one has as refined taste as I do. They wouldn’t know a good drink if it was thrown in their face…Yet somehow you know what I’m drinking. Should I be worried about whether you’ve been staring longer than I thought? Or just plain flattered?”

The icy-eyed stare was all too familiar, but Barrel left the suspicion on the table as he took another sip of his beer, his gaze studying her curiously. “It is, but I like that you don’t seem to care about it at all. It’s why you stand out,” He added with a smirk. “You were raised well, I can tell. But, you should be flattered, I don’t stare long without wanting to strike up a conversation with a fellow inquisitive mind. I’d cheers to that, don’t you think?” 

“I’m not scared of you,” she said softly. At least not completely. Barrel was a wildcard though, and she couldn’t get to comfy around him. No matter how much time has passed. “I just…don’t have much t-to say to you. Other than I w-wish you wouldn’t bring up….the past.”

“Sure, we’ll say that,” Barrel chuckled, resting his shoulder against the wall, eyeing Sally carefully. It had been a while since he had last picked on her after all. “Why not? Don’t we want to bask in the nostalgia for just an itty-bitty while? After all, I can’t totally fuck with you anymore considering my sister is dating Jack’s best friend and all that jazz. Gotta at least respect the company you keep to a certain extent...depending on the day really.” 

After a particularly long day, all Diana had wanted to do was go home and relax with a bottle of wine. Instead, she remembered she drank the last of it the night before, and the store was already closed, so she resigned herself to the fact that she’d have to go to Pleasure Island for her vice. Once the uber dropped her off, she closed the door without much of a salutation and walked straight to the bar, ordering a glass of sauvignon blanc. She had only taken a few sips before she felt a presence behind her. “If you’re going to talk to me, I’d suggest you gather your balls and do it before I get annoyed at you.”

{ @fckinbarrel }

Pleasure Island was a nostalgic hit for Barrel. It was where many of his firsts had happened when WDPA was his ground of terror and amongst the nostalgic haze, he drank his usual beer, watching starry-eyed newbies stumble in, the brokenhearted drowning their sorrows, and curious eyes dancing around the curious bodies on the dance floor. He chuckled in remembrance of all the times he had here, taking another sip of his beer as he wandered around. That was until he came across a stranger to the place, sipping a glass of one of the fanciest wines he had been introduced to many moons ago and when the stranger turned, he chuckled. “Easy now. I’m only staring at your drink. Seeing as you’re the only one standing out drinking something as sophisticated as such.” 

When: Christmas 2018

Where: The Cemetery

Notes: Barrel decides to pay a visit to an old friend. 

Warnings: A lot of sadness, death mention.