fight night champion

and all my friends are always doin' drugs and getting high. we gave ourselves ten years to act like kids and fight all night and i wish i could have fought with you one last time-- you know i loved to fight with you all night.

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TEXT TO → ZAHRA

ZAHRA: I'd like to see you try

MJ: there are people in this town, and i'm positive of this, who have jacked off to one of my videos

MJ: i'm so sure because there are some people who refuse to look me in the eyes

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TEXT TO → ZAHRA

ZAHRA: It's always a little odd when people dream of something that's just a regular tuesday night for you

MJ: that is a little odd but i can top the weirdness

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TEXT TO → NIX

nix: yeah

nix: might as well. i'll bring some jack

nix: and a joint like, if you want

KIAN: sounds good

KIAN: i'm at... the only 7-eleven in town

KIAN: you can't miss me

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TEXT TO → OPEN

REMIK: r u implying i dont like cartoons lmfao. rude tbh

LOU: well do you?

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TEXT TO → NIX

nix: that's fucking depressing

KIAN: is it?

KIAN: oh well

KIAN: wanna come smoke with me or something

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TEXT TO → nix

nix: yeah sure i just have one lying around in my elderly landlord's basement

nix: idk where to get a pole???

nix: i say we nick one

MJ: you never know what old people are into, my friend

MJ: STEAL a stripper pole? that's a whole new level of depraved

MJ: let's do it

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TEXT TO → NIX

nix: probably

nix: or a late, painful death. comes w the territory.

nix: how early is early though i wanna mark it down on my calendar

KIAN: well then

KIAN: with any luck, early is soon

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TEXT TO → REMIK

REMIK: wdym

REMIK: lol like wtf u talkin bout

KIAN: i don't know anymore, honestly

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TEXT TO → LOU

holden: I know you've been watching AT too much

holden: claim responsibility and buy me earbuds

LOU: ...

LOU: fine i'll buy you earbuds

LOU: you better not lose them within a week

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TEXT TO → OPEN

REMIK: idk what is lol im sorry. i have never experienced adventure time

LOU: you wouldn't like it

LOU: it's a cartoon

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TEXT TO → nix

nix: you know it isn't hard to make that happen

MJ: quick find me a stripper pole

MJ: i don't know where i'd get one

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TEXT TO → REMIK

REMIK: ya probs lmfao

REMIK: so am i

REMIK: who gives a fuck

KIAN: i don't think i give a fuck

KIAN: i rarely give a fuck about anything

KIAN: i was just thinking about it while i smoked

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TEXT TO → OPEN

MJ: i had a dream

MJ: of myself

MJ: i was on a stripper pole

MJ: i think i was drunk

MJ: or high. anyway i woke up and all i could think was "please let that be a premonition, that looks cool as fuck"

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TEXT TO → OPEN

LOU: i think i've been watching adventure time far too much

LOU: i've been humming the theme song

LOU: i'm actually 12 yrs old

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TEXT TO → OPEN

KIAN: i've gotten myself in the habit of going to the 7-eleven after work and grabbing a pack of cigarettes

KIAN: and then smoking a few on the curb outside

KIAN: i'm going to die an early death aren't i

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rcmik:

“How much have you got?” It’s almost comical how quickly Remik becomes interested in their presence then, but hey, if they’re giving away change for free, then who is he to shit on an opportunity presented on a proverbial silver platter? One hand still presses to the glass, which he leans a bit too heavily against for comfort, but considering the world is tilting slightly, he figures the risk of breaking it is a far safer one than the risk of falling over. He doesn’t want more bruises to be added to the ones he already has. He’s looking over at them whereas before, he hadn’t looked at them at all, and he gives them the same once-over assessment that he gives everyone else. His consensus is ambiguous.

“four dollars in change.” they say with their eyes narrowed, taking note of how suddenly his focus shifted. they could tell he was wasted by the strange craving of chocolate and doritos, but they got a sense of just how wasted he was when they saw how he used the machine to keep himself upright. “i’m not going to give you all of it. so, how much do you actually need?” they shake out a dollar in quarters to start with. “don’t bother lying to me, either.”

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rcmik:

Remik’s expression says it all before he even manages to verbally. “Do I look like I bowl? Do I give the bowler vibe?” Well, he is in a bowling alley, but that doesn’t particularly matter. His features smooth out after just a few moments, and he’s running his fingertips over the top of the counter in a repeated tick that he doesn’t seem to notice. To others, it might appear as if he’s simply too focused on the other person. That’s not entirely true. “I find that borderline offensive, but it is okay. I have got a very forgiving heart, being the incredibly kind person I am and all that. Almost like the kind of person you would want to come out with when your shift ends.” Very smooth.

kian gives a wry smile at the disgust that crosses the boy’s face briefly. “you come in here a lot for someone who finds the mere suggestion of him bowling to be borderline offensive.” he pulls away from his lean on the counter, putting distance between himself and the other. eyes flicker down to where his fingers trail along the counter. he looks back up at him quizzically at the last comment. “oh, yeah? how do you know what kind of person i’d like to hang out with?” he crosses his arms over his chest. “maybe i want nothing to do with people like you.”