#c: bash

They'd left France quickly, without an army or much fuss, and so Bash had become her de facto...well, everything. He didn't know what Scotland would hold but he was on his guard as he led her down the path from the beach.

"Suppose they won't know who we are so we could ask to join them for a meal," he noted watching the group of pagans as they began to gather around their fires.

With their first drink finally in hand, Scout turned to Bash and immediately raised her glass for a toast. “Promise me we make no sound decisions tonight. Like, I want to fully shut off my brain, Bash.” She inched her drink that much higher, as if the altitude somehow made this cheers unbreakable, bound in devilish promise. “Promise me.”

So, I wrote a C++ code that replicates the Linux Bash.

Primarily, I used the functionalities strtok (string tokenization) for splitting at spaces, execvp for calling the actual Linux command.

We start off with asking for the input, which we store in a pointer to character array called cmd_line using fgets, and then we call strtok in a while loop with break at NULL to work its magic.

After all this is done, we use execvp with the new tokens.

It was no longer Halloween season, but this bitch was still so fucking haunted. All the ghosts of her past had seemed to line up one by one to take their shots at her and she was so tired. Seeking refuge in the kind of bar in the part of town she figured neither Ruben nor Caleb would go, she sat alone sipping a martini alone. The longer she sat, the angrier she got. She was tired of owing people things: money, explanations, her time. She’d come here to take it all back.

And wasn’t the world such a fucking jokester.

But as her eyes landed on a man across the bar, her interest piqued. Nothing about him was her usual mark-- in fact, it was possible he was homeless, now that she was really looking at him-- but that was what had her moving toward him. She didn’t have to plan for the perfect moment to slide her hand into his pockets or bat her eyelashes just enough to get him to buy her a free drink. No, this was a choice without strings.

So, she slid into the empty stool beside him. Propping her chin on her hand, she tilted her head in his direction. “Truth or dare?”

The shelter was full, the beach was colder than the day before, and Zakary didn’t have anywhere to stay. He walked through the street hugging his parka to his body, feeling cold but also annoyed. The sun was long under, the lack of sunlight in autumn really annoyed him, and he also had only had some fries for dinner. He walked past Pangean Beer, but found himself take a few steps back. It was the place where he had hidden out the night Paul got murdered. He studied the place but it was empty. He had no idea what time it was, but he tried to imagine it filled, with people, with a crowd that wouldn’t ask questions. He looked up when the door to the place opened, and he was once again eye in eye with a familiar face. But that familiar face and this place. It wanted to run, but he kept standing. “Can I ask you for the time?” he asked, swallowing. 

It was probably a bad call to be walking through the city with a blizzard on the way, but Sahid felt odd for the suggestion Bash had to send a car. Somehow, while usually they would gladly take kindness, now they just really wanted some time alone. It was cold, they felt good though. Despite being locked out of the house and their roommates not picking up, they felt lighter. They had decided not to get any snacks, because they wanted to believe Bash probably had some vegan ones. And else they would just not eat snacks, which was fine. 

The most… interesting thing was that they were walking to the house of a very, very gorgeous man, because they had made the decision to ask if they could get some drinks at his bar. It was… a surprising development at 2 am. 

They stared at the house for a while, it was huge. Then finally they took a few steps forward and rang the bell, hoping Bash was already home.

Sahid spend about five minutes doubting their own plan in front of the fancy beer place that Bash had told them to drop by whenever they wanted because he owed them a drink. They had spend the last few weeks lowering their own expectations of Astorian night life, and going with the idea that they simply could be a bit too much for the regular person to deal with. Or well... they came on a little too strong maybe? They decided to think it was either because they weren’t someone’s type, or they were try way too hard now that there finally was an opening to flirt with every hot man they laid eyes on. 

So, walking into Pangean Beer, spotting Bash, Sahid decided for a different approach: flirt less. They sat down at a bar stool, it was still relatively early and there weren’t a lot of other people hanging around there, and smiled at the person they had met a few weeks before. “Hi,” they said, smiling vibrantly - but less vibrantly. “I hope you remember be? From the exhibition?”