* GUNSMOKE / REBELLION *

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“Dude, I’m not drunk,” Ford says, unsure if Leo was actually even protesting the drink in his hand or not. He was used to some of his friends trying to pull the amber liquid from him when he was noticeably swaying, but as far as Ford felt, he was perfectly fine. He’d been far more wasted just the night previously when he’d acquired the bruise around his eye, most likely from a fight he can barely remember. “This shit’s like water to me.” @lcofowler​

New Years parties were a dime a dozen spanning across campus housing. Just tonight Ford had been texted about a couple, but he had decided to head down to a party at one of the beach houses, figuring he could pocket something that would get him decent enough cash at the pawn shop the next day. He stood in one of the bedrooms, picking up a small cherub figurine and looking it over, scoffing quietly, shaking his head. It looked like something his sister, Lindy, would like. He set it back down, the sound of the door opening causing him to look back. “Well, this is familiar,” he says, seeing the girl he’d met at a party not too long ago. “I’d flash you my nipples just to make it more accurate but it’s a bit drafty in here.” @bcvflxn​

Me: That was impulsive. You probably shouldn't have done that.

The water in the bathroom sink was stained pink, Ford staring at his reflection, fingers gingerly touching the bump he could feel on his nose from the night’s altercation. “Brad? Come in here for a sec.” Turning when he felt her presence, he angled his face a bit more towards the light. “Be honest, would I still be pretty if my nose gets broken? I think one more direct hit is just gonna make it go sideways forever and I’ll be stuck looking like Owen Wilson.” @brvdleymilligan​

Ford held his sleeve up to his bloody lip, glad the hoodie he’d chosen to wear was black. The wound in itself was only a few days old, but Ford had a habit of picking at scabs out of boredom, which lead to the bloody lip once more. Anyone that knew him would probably assume that he’d gotten into another fight and that would be fair, but he didn’t really want to be bothered about it. Most people asked questions Ford didn’t care to answer, and rather than deal with the two seconds of it walking through the bar up to the loft, he walked down to Max’s bar. He took a seat at a stool by the bartop on Max’s side, picking at a dishrag someone had left out until the other walked over. “I’m gonna be honest I was hoping to see a coconut bra. Bit heartbroken that’s not your uniform.”