SEND ASKS TO MY OCS :D

[finns-ocs-blog]

HELLO MOTHERS AND FUCKERS OF THE COURT

my name is Finn, i am one of the many jesters on this site, my main is @your-least-favorite-poet AND I HAVE MADE THIS SO PEOPLE WILL ASK ABOUT MY OCS :D

responses will be in character for each of them and the list of characters will grow as i decide it shall

*NOTE* nobody condones Dean's actions, he can go fuck himself

CHARACTERS BELOW THE CUT (listed by fandom, their name will be in their text style and if they have a bio it will be included)

the outsiders

Rocky Millard

Miriam St James

Scott Holloway

Robin Holloway

Theodosia Schmidt

Dean Conrad

JJ Abernathy

Marley Tramp

Leif Reynolds

Joel Davis

Calogeros Bruno

Valerie Carson

Jane McBride

Reece Clancy

newsies

Navy Newport

Ezra James

dps

Wes Allaway Immy Allaway Curtis Foster-Timms Joey Foster-Timms Donatella McKay Marty Booker Henry Caufield Juliet Harmon

rdr2

Ed Henley Cordelia Vernon Luke Dagenhart Keira McKinnon Toby Jones

star wars

Ronan Tolliver - og trilogy

Hugo Vandis - the mandalorian

Shep (CT-3757) - clone wars

Sil'een Esperon - clone wars

spiderverse

Mack Jonas

[finns-ocs-blog]

*A grumpy looking kid comes into Reece's bar, and stands by the counter.* Beer.

( @storiesfromtulsa)

*they bounced the bad energy right back*

id. and how 'bout a please while you're at it this aint some shitty dive

[storiesfromtulsa]

*He hands over a fake ID.* Please? The hell for?

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they looked at it for all of five seconds before putting it down on the counter*

how stupid do you think i am? we dont take fakes here, try Buck Merril's place, i here he takes shitty attitudes too

[storiesfromtulsa]

Fine, it's fake. Can't ya get me one, just this once?

[finns-ocs-blog]

oh right, cause youve been such a sweetheart besides that and ive been looking to get my license taken

[storiesfromtulsa]

What, you want me to sing ya a song? I can.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they looked at him completely deadpan*

get outta my bar

[storiesfromtulsa]

C'mon man, I'll even take a soda.

[finns-ocs-blog]

well now im just refusing service for the attitude, ask another bartender or go someplace else

*they grinned sarcastically and walked to another person that was flagging them down*

[storiesfromtulsa]

*He didn't move, except to pull his guitar from its case.*

You'd be grumpy too if ya was hungry.

( @finns-ocs-blog)

[finns-ocs-blog]

if you wanna play, go outside, we already got a band booked for tonight

[storiesfromtulsa]

It's rainin'.

[finns-ocs-blog]

not my problem, now do i gotta escort you outside or are you gonna leave on your own? im really far too fed up for bullshit from a kid who cant even make convincing fakes or control his attitude enough not to get folks suspicious from the get go

[storiesfromtulsa]

Look, man, I just wanna be some place warm, for fuck's sake. No bullshit, just cold. Ya never been cold, man?

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they walked over looking immensely fed up*

i've been cold, i grew up homeless, i've been colder than you could imagine

but you wanna know trick number fucking one of finding a spot to stay? dont walk in acting like an asshole

[storiesfromtulsa]

No, I can imagine. I'm homeless. I'm cold, hungry, an' ev'rything sucks. I was askin' for a beer, man.

[finns-ocs-blog]

yeah good for you, im not gonna give you a beer, i will go to jail

ive had it with your attitude and im not gonna just let you backpedal into the poor little kid act

theres like five different dives and diners within a ten minute walk, you are actively staying where you're making it worse for yourself

it might be raining but at this point you can barely call it rain how light it is, go someplace easier for yourself you cant actively cause a problem and then complain that you're being treated like one

[storiesfromtulsa]

I ain't meant nothin'.

Pero... I'm a shitty ass person, I know that. But, I got money, an' those five places already kicked me out, it ain't a poor kid act, I ain't a kid.

Look, man, I ain't wanna be trouble, an' I'm ... sorry? Could I get a soda, please?

[finns-ocs-blog]

ship's long sailed where youre not gonna be trouble

i dont think you understand this, you are underage, you are not supposed to be in this establishment as a minor, i understand youre having a hard time but this is a bar. and not a dive bar at that. both of us will get in legal trouble if you are caught here

[storiesfromtulsa]

... ya really think they're gonna come here?

[finns-ocs-blog]

sometimes, its not worth the risk

[storiesfromtulsa]

Dude.

[finns-ocs-blog]

some stop in for a drink when they get off work

[storiesfromtulsa]

I'll behave.

[finns-ocs-blog]

that doesnt mean a cop won't wander in here. its not a matter of behavior.

theres a bar down the street that has so genuinely never kicked anyone out and its a dive so no one gives a shit, go there

[storiesfromtulsa]

Later.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they took a deep breath and let out an immensely fed up sigh*

kid both of us will spend the goddamn night in jail if you get caught here, you're playing with shit you dont realize and i need you to leave.

[storiesfromtulsa]

*He looked genuinely defeated.* I'm gonna go, alright? Eventually.

[finns-ocs-blog]

no, no, not eventually, now

if youre looking for a place to stay believe me when i tell you jail's a bad plan, youd be better off to try to land yourself in the hospital to have a roof for the night they at least treat you like a person before bleeding your pockets

[storiesfromtulsa]

Like I got much. I got like a dollar.

[finns-ocs-blog]

you'll lose more than that if the cops show up, you oughta scram

[storiesfromtulsa]

Don't tell me what to do, man.

[finns-ocs-blog]

oh my jesus fucking christ

do you hear any words coming out of my mouth? am i speaking? YOU WILL BE IN LEGAL TROUBLE IF YOU ARE CAUGHT HERE. DOES THAT MAKE SENSE.

[storiesfromtulsa]

It ain't the first time, man! I don't fuckin' care.

[finns-ocs-blog]

okay but y'see i care because this establishment will also face consequences

asking one more time. are you going to leave or am i going to escort you out

[storiesfromtulsa]

No quiero salir.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*to themselves coming out from behind the bar*

no, no take the weeknight shift they said, its so easy they said

alright, come on

*they took him by the arm and pulled him to the door*

[storiesfromtulsa]

I said no, you deaf or just stupid?

*He pulled his arm free, clearly about to start a fight.*

[finns-ocs-blog]

oh no i heard you, i just dont give two shits after ive put up with your bullshit with this much decorum

i dont care that you dont wanna go out, i can handle this or i can get someone who doesnt have a problem with whacking kids over the head, which do you want?

[storiesfromtulsa]

I don't care.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they threw up their hands*

alright, alright i dont fucking get paid enough for this

*they dissappeard into the kitchen and after what sounded like a short argument a burly, grumpy looking man appeared*

you leave now. or i make you leave.

[storiesfromtulsa]

I ain't scared o' ya.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he picked Ricky up over his shoulder and hauled him to the alley out back*

[storiesfromtulsa]

Oh c'mon!

[finns-ocs-blog]

you come back in, i beat you unconscious, yes?

[storiesfromtulsa]

Ya wouldn't dare.

[finns-ocs-blog]

try me. nobody listen to dirty kid, nobody mess with dangerous man

[finns-ocs-blog]

*A grumpy looking kid comes into Reece's bar, and stands by the counter.* Beer.

( @storiesfromtulsa)

*they bounced the bad energy right back*

id. and how 'bout a please while you're at it this aint some shitty dive

[storiesfromtulsa]

*He hands over a fake ID.* Please? The hell for?

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they looked at it for all of five seconds before putting it down on the counter*

how stupid do you think i am? we dont take fakes here, try Buck Merril's place, i here he takes shitty attitudes too

[storiesfromtulsa]

Fine, it's fake. Can't ya get me one, just this once?

[finns-ocs-blog]

oh right, cause youve been such a sweetheart besides that and ive been looking to get my license taken

[storiesfromtulsa]

What, you want me to sing ya a song? I can.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they looked at him completely deadpan*

get outta my bar

[storiesfromtulsa]

C'mon man, I'll even take a soda.

[finns-ocs-blog]

well now im just refusing service for the attitude, ask another bartender or go someplace else

*they grinned sarcastically and walked to another person that was flagging them down*

[storiesfromtulsa]

*He didn't move, except to pull his guitar from its case.*

You'd be grumpy too if ya was hungry.

( @finns-ocs-blog)

[finns-ocs-blog]

if you wanna play, go outside, we already got a band booked for tonight

[storiesfromtulsa]

It's rainin'.

[finns-ocs-blog]

not my problem, now do i gotta escort you outside or are you gonna leave on your own? im really far too fed up for bullshit from a kid who cant even make convincing fakes or control his attitude enough not to get folks suspicious from the get go

[storiesfromtulsa]

Look, man, I just wanna be some place warm, for fuck's sake. No bullshit, just cold. Ya never been cold, man?

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they walked over looking immensely fed up*

i've been cold, i grew up homeless, i've been colder than you could imagine

but you wanna know trick number fucking one of finding a spot to stay? dont walk in acting like an asshole

[storiesfromtulsa]

No, I can imagine. I'm homeless. I'm cold, hungry, an' ev'rything sucks. I was askin' for a beer, man.

[finns-ocs-blog]

yeah good for you, im not gonna give you a beer, i will go to jail

ive had it with your attitude and im not gonna just let you backpedal into the poor little kid act

theres like five different dives and diners within a ten minute walk, you are actively staying where you're making it worse for yourself

it might be raining but at this point you can barely call it rain how light it is, go someplace easier for yourself you cant actively cause a problem and then complain that you're being treated like one

[storiesfromtulsa]

I ain't meant nothin'.

Pero... I'm a shitty ass person, I know that. But, I got money, an' those five places already kicked me out, it ain't a poor kid act, I ain't a kid.

Look, man, I ain't wanna be trouble, an' I'm ... sorry? Could I get a soda, please?

[finns-ocs-blog]

ship's long sailed where youre not gonna be trouble

i dont think you understand this, you are underage, you are not supposed to be in this establishment as a minor, i understand youre having a hard time but this is a bar. and not a dive bar at that. both of us will get in legal trouble if you are caught here

[storiesfromtulsa]

... ya really think they're gonna come here?

[finns-ocs-blog]

sometimes, its not worth the risk

[storiesfromtulsa]

Dude.

[finns-ocs-blog]

some stop in for a drink when they get off work

[storiesfromtulsa]

I'll behave.

[finns-ocs-blog]

that doesnt mean a cop won't wander in here. its not a matter of behavior.

theres a bar down the street that has so genuinely never kicked anyone out and its a dive so no one gives a shit, go there

[storiesfromtulsa]

Later.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they took a deep breath and let out an immensely fed up sigh*

kid both of us will spend the goddamn night in jail if you get caught here, you're playing with shit you dont realize and i need you to leave.

[storiesfromtulsa]

*He looked genuinely defeated.* I'm gonna go, alright? Eventually.

[finns-ocs-blog]

no, no, not eventually, now

if youre looking for a place to stay believe me when i tell you jail's a bad plan, youd be better off to try to land yourself in the hospital to have a roof for the night they at least treat you like a person before bleeding your pockets

[storiesfromtulsa]

Like I got much. I got like a dollar.

[finns-ocs-blog]

you'll lose more than that if the cops show up, you oughta scram

[storiesfromtulsa]

Don't tell me what to do, man.

[finns-ocs-blog]

oh my jesus fucking christ

do you hear any words coming out of my mouth? am i speaking? YOU WILL BE IN LEGAL TROUBLE IF YOU ARE CAUGHT HERE. DOES THAT MAKE SENSE.

[storiesfromtulsa]

It ain't the first time, man! I don't fuckin' care.

[finns-ocs-blog]

okay but y'see i care because this establishment will also face consequences

asking one more time. are you going to leave or am i going to escort you out

[storiesfromtulsa]

No quiero salir.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*to themselves coming out from behind the bar*

no, no take the weeknight shift they said, its so easy they said

alright, come on

*they took him by the arm and pulled him to the door*

[storiesfromtulsa]

I said no, you deaf or just stupid?

*He pulled his arm free, clearly about to start a fight.*

[finns-ocs-blog]

oh no i heard you, i just dont give two shits after ive put up with your bullshit with this much decorum

i dont care that you dont wanna go out, i can handle this or i can get someone who doesnt have a problem with whacking kids over the head, which do you want?

[storiesfromtulsa]

I don't care.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they threw up their hands*

alright, alright i dont fucking get paid enough for this

*they dissappeard into the kitchen and after what sounded like a short argument a burly, grumpy looking man appeared*

you leave now. or i make you leave.

[storiesfromtulsa]

I ain't scared o' ya.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he picked Ricky up over his shoulder and hauled him to the alley out back*

[storiesfromtulsa]

Oh c'mon!

[finns-ocs-blog]

you come back in, i beat you unconscious, yes?

[finns-ocs-blog]

*A grumpy looking kid comes into Reece's bar, and stands by the counter.* Beer.

( @storiesfromtulsa)

*they bounced the bad energy right back*

id. and how 'bout a please while you're at it this aint some shitty dive

[storiesfromtulsa]

*He hands over a fake ID.* Please? The hell for?

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they looked at it for all of five seconds before putting it down on the counter*

how stupid do you think i am? we dont take fakes here, try Buck Merril's place, i here he takes shitty attitudes too

[storiesfromtulsa]

Fine, it's fake. Can't ya get me one, just this once?

[finns-ocs-blog]

oh right, cause youve been such a sweetheart besides that and ive been looking to get my license taken

[storiesfromtulsa]

What, you want me to sing ya a song? I can.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they looked at him completely deadpan*

get outta my bar

[storiesfromtulsa]

C'mon man, I'll even take a soda.

[finns-ocs-blog]

well now im just refusing service for the attitude, ask another bartender or go someplace else

*they grinned sarcastically and walked to another person that was flagging them down*

[storiesfromtulsa]

*He didn't move, except to pull his guitar from its case.*

You'd be grumpy too if ya was hungry.

( @finns-ocs-blog)

[finns-ocs-blog]

if you wanna play, go outside, we already got a band booked for tonight

[storiesfromtulsa]

It's rainin'.

[finns-ocs-blog]

not my problem, now do i gotta escort you outside or are you gonna leave on your own? im really far too fed up for bullshit from a kid who cant even make convincing fakes or control his attitude enough not to get folks suspicious from the get go

[storiesfromtulsa]

Look, man, I just wanna be some place warm, for fuck's sake. No bullshit, just cold. Ya never been cold, man?

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they walked over looking immensely fed up*

i've been cold, i grew up homeless, i've been colder than you could imagine

but you wanna know trick number fucking one of finding a spot to stay? dont walk in acting like an asshole

[storiesfromtulsa]

No, I can imagine. I'm homeless. I'm cold, hungry, an' ev'rything sucks. I was askin' for a beer, man.

[finns-ocs-blog]

yeah good for you, im not gonna give you a beer, i will go to jail

ive had it with your attitude and im not gonna just let you backpedal into the poor little kid act

theres like five different dives and diners within a ten minute walk, you are actively staying where you're making it worse for yourself

it might be raining but at this point you can barely call it rain how light it is, go someplace easier for yourself you cant actively cause a problem and then complain that you're being treated like one

[storiesfromtulsa]

I ain't meant nothin'.

Pero... I'm a shitty ass person, I know that. But, I got money, an' those five places already kicked me out, it ain't a poor kid act, I ain't a kid.

Look, man, I ain't wanna be trouble, an' I'm ... sorry? Could I get a soda, please?

[finns-ocs-blog]

ship's long sailed where youre not gonna be trouble

i dont think you understand this, you are underage, you are not supposed to be in this establishment as a minor, i understand youre having a hard time but this is a bar. and not a dive bar at that. both of us will get in legal trouble if you are caught here

[storiesfromtulsa]

... ya really think they're gonna come here?

[finns-ocs-blog]

sometimes, its not worth the risk

[storiesfromtulsa]

Dude.

[finns-ocs-blog]

some stop in for a drink when they get off work

[storiesfromtulsa]

I'll behave.

[finns-ocs-blog]

that doesnt mean a cop won't wander in here. its not a matter of behavior.

theres a bar down the street that has so genuinely never kicked anyone out and its a dive so no one gives a shit, go there

[storiesfromtulsa]

Later.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they took a deep breath and let out an immensely fed up sigh*

kid both of us will spend the goddamn night in jail if you get caught here, you're playing with shit you dont realize and i need you to leave.

[storiesfromtulsa]

*He looked genuinely defeated.* I'm gonna go, alright? Eventually.

[finns-ocs-blog]

no, no, not eventually, now

if youre looking for a place to stay believe me when i tell you jail's a bad plan, youd be better off to try to land yourself in the hospital to have a roof for the night they at least treat you like a person before bleeding your pockets

[storiesfromtulsa]

Like I got much. I got like a dollar.

[finns-ocs-blog]

you'll lose more than that if the cops show up, you oughta scram

[storiesfromtulsa]

Don't tell me what to do, man.

[finns-ocs-blog]

oh my jesus fucking christ

do you hear any words coming out of my mouth? am i speaking? YOU WILL BE IN LEGAL TROUBLE IF YOU ARE CAUGHT HERE. DOES THAT MAKE SENSE.

[storiesfromtulsa]

It ain't the first time, man! I don't fuckin' care.

[finns-ocs-blog]

okay but y'see i care because this establishment will also face consequences

asking one more time. are you going to leave or am i going to escort you out

[storiesfromtulsa]

No quiero salir.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*to themselves coming out from behind the bar*

no, no take the weeknight shift they said, its so easy they said

alright, come on

*they took him by the arm and pulled him to the door*

[storiesfromtulsa]

I said no, you deaf or just stupid?

*He pulled his arm free, clearly about to start a fight.*

[finns-ocs-blog]

oh no i heard you, i just dont give two shits after ive put up with your bullshit with this much decorum

i dont care that you dont wanna go out, i can handle this or i can get someone who doesnt have a problem with whacking kids over the head, which do you want?

[storiesfromtulsa]

I don't care.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they threw up their hands*

alright, alright i dont fucking get paid enough for this

*they dissappeard into the kitchen and after what sounded like a short argument a burly, grumpy looking man appeared*

you leave now. or i make you leave.

[storiesfromtulsa]

I ain't scared o' ya.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he picked Ricky up over his shoulder and hauled him to the alley out back*

[finns-ocs-blog]

*it’s a Saturday and Buck’s throwing one of his parties. Wesley sits in the corner, dirty and getting drunk with a couple cans next to him*

- @ask-the-robbers

*Rocky was about his normal shenanigans, drunk with a can in his hand and an unlit cig in his mouth*

hey man, y'got a light? dropped mine someplace

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley wordlessly passes him a lighter*

[finns-ocs-blog]

aw sick, i love you man

*he lit it and handed the lighter back*

you new here or sumn'? aint seen ya 'fore

[ask-the-robbers]

I ain’t usually come to these.

[finns-ocs-blog]

mmh, why ya came t'night?

*he smirked*

followin somebody?

*he looked around for whoever this kid might be here for*

[ask-the-robbers]

no. gettin’ drunk.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hey thats just as fair

my buddy Jane brought some cannabis if ya want that too, shes over there

*he pointed*

names Rocky by the way

[ask-the-robbers]

Wesley. gimme the green.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hah, i like you

*he turned over his shoulder*

yo Jane! bring summa that over here

*a disheveled looking girl with a big grin walked over*

hey Rocks, who's your buddy?

*she took a puff and handed Rocky the blunt*

his name's Wesley

*he handed it to Wes*

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley takes it and takes a couple hits*

das good.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Jane chuckled*

aint it? im fuckin everywhere right now

[ask-the-robbers]

really need it.

[finns-ocs-blog]

errybody needs sumnthin'

whatcha runnin from Wes?

[ask-the-robbers]

ain’t runnin’ from nothin’!

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they looked at him, then each other, then laughed*

errybody here's runnin, just a matter of if youre the one chasin or bein chased

aint nothin to be ashamed of, drinkin n smokin gets ya outta your head real nice

[ask-the-robbers]

I told you I’m not fuckin’ runnin’! shut up!

[finns-ocs-blog]

chill out, man, take another hit

[ask-the-robbers]

*he takes another hit*

[finns-ocs-blog]

ya calmin down now?

[ask-the-robbers]

mm.

*he takes another*

[finns-ocs-blog]

good

[ask-the-robbers]

I ain’t ever had this stuff…

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Jane took the blunt back*

then youre gonna slow it down, aint used to it so ya dont wanna hit too hard

but if ya needa throw up go to the bathroom or behind the couch

[ask-the-robbers]

‘ey! gimme that back!

[finns-ocs-blog]

listen man, im too gone to deal with you givin yourself a panic attack and Rocky's....

no, no, you can say it

Rocky's Rocky, he's stupid

yep

[ask-the-robbers]

I’ll have a panic attack if I don’t get it back!

*he tries to snatch it*

[finns-ocs-blog]

nope, not gonna happen

chill out dude

[ask-the-robbers]

I’ll fuckin’ fight ya for it if ya don’t fork it over!

[finns-ocs-blog]

listen this is my goddamn green, youre not gonna talk shit to me, back the fuck up

seriously man, sit down

[ask-the-robbers]

*he glares*

[finns-ocs-blog]

you done? or is this gonna stay a problem

[ask-the-robbers]

whatever…

[finns-ocs-blog]

good.

[ask-the-robbers]

*he grumbles and leans against the wall*

[finns-ocs-blog]

*she rolled her eyes at the drama*

*Rocky picked his playful tone back up*

so what're you here for Wes? tons 'a places to get drunk why'd ya pick this unfortunate dump

[ask-the-robbers]

free alcohol.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he laughed*

and amen to that!

[ask-the-robbers]

care the grab a fella some more?

[finns-ocs-blog]

was gonna head over myself, whatchu want? Jane?

nah, i dont like gettin crossed always makes me sick

[ask-the-robbers]

whiskey. if there’s somehow rum left grab that.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hell yeah whiskey! cowboy booze

*he headed off*

*Jane started to wander away not seeming to care much anymore*

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley leans against the wall, going back to staring at a wall*

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Rocky came back a little while later looking considerably more damp and a little lost as to why he had two cups until he saw Wes and remembered*

sorry it took so long, real good lookin chick at the bar

she dumped her drink on me though

*he shrugged*

i appreciate a clear answer even if its no

[ask-the-robbers]

don’t care. gimme. they still have rum?

[finns-ocs-blog]

whaddya think she dumped on me?

*he laughed again and gave Wes one of the cups, spilling some of it as he did but he didnt seem to notice*

[ask-the-robbers]

*he takes it and sips it, he looks different than before. he looks sadder*

[finns-ocs-blog]

awwww buddyyy

*he crouches down and half falls eventually sitting criss cross applesauce on the floor*

whats'a matter?

[ask-the-robbers]

nothin’.

[finns-ocs-blog]

but'cha look sad

*he reaches out to poke him in the cheek*

[ask-the-robbers]

nothin’! verpiss dich!

((translation: verpiss dich = fuck off/get lost))

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he paused, confused*

what piss dick?

[ask-the-robbers]

I said fuck off!

[finns-ocs-blog]

ohhhhhhhhhh

[ask-the-robbers]

god…

[finns-ocs-blog]

's that a different language or somethin?

[ask-the-robbers]

yeah.

[finns-ocs-blog]

thats tuff, i hardly know one language

[ask-the-robbers]

hm.

[finns-ocs-blog]

man how do languages even work? like ya jus say "alright. this means this" and then everybody's gotta learn it and man there's like at least three languages

[ask-the-robbers]

there’s more than three.

[finns-ocs-blog]

really?!

dude. how'd they do that?!

[ask-the-robbers]

*he blinks*

[finns-ocs-blog]

how do they even know what means what in other languages

dude, dude, thats insane

[ask-the-robbers]

do ya not know about different countries and stuff?

[finns-ocs-blog]

there's like... a couple

[ask-the-robbers]

you’re a fuckin’ idiot.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he grinned*

aw, thanks

[ask-the-robbers]

*he sips his drink and hiccups*

not a compliment.

[finns-ocs-blog]

eh, i get told that so much its better to just pretend it is

[ask-the-robbers]

weird.

[finns-ocs-blog]

yup!

[ask-the-robbers]

okay…

[finns-ocs-blog]

y'know youre a little weird too

not talkin to nobody

[ask-the-robbers]

I ain’t weird!

[finns-ocs-blog]

better 'n bein a soc though

ew

[ask-the-robbers]

ew…

[finns-ocs-blog]

we're better 'n those assholes

[ask-the-robbers]

mhm.

[finns-ocs-blog]

y'know, youre pretty cool man

[ask-the-robbers]

I am?

[finns-ocs-blog]

i think so

[ask-the-robbers]

damn.

[finns-ocs-blog]

yeah, youre my friend now, we're friends

[ask-the-robbers]

oh okay.

[finns-ocs-blog]

tuff

[ask-the-robbers]

tuff.

[finns-ocs-blog]

yeah! hah!

[ask-the-robbers]

yeah…

[finns-ocs-blog]

this is great im glad i met you man

[finns-ocs-blog]

*it’s a Saturday and Buck’s throwing one of his parties. Wesley sits in the corner, dirty and getting drunk with a couple cans next to him*

- @ask-the-robbers

*Rocky was about his normal shenanigans, drunk with a can in his hand and an unlit cig in his mouth*

hey man, y'got a light? dropped mine someplace

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley wordlessly passes him a lighter*

[finns-ocs-blog]

aw sick, i love you man

*he lit it and handed the lighter back*

you new here or sumn'? aint seen ya 'fore

[ask-the-robbers]

I ain’t usually come to these.

[finns-ocs-blog]

mmh, why ya came t'night?

*he smirked*

followin somebody?

*he looked around for whoever this kid might be here for*

[ask-the-robbers]

no. gettin’ drunk.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hey thats just as fair

my buddy Jane brought some cannabis if ya want that too, shes over there

*he pointed*

names Rocky by the way

[ask-the-robbers]

Wesley. gimme the green.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hah, i like you

*he turned over his shoulder*

yo Jane! bring summa that over here

*a disheveled looking girl with a big grin walked over*

hey Rocks, who's your buddy?

*she took a puff and handed Rocky the blunt*

his name's Wesley

*he handed it to Wes*

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley takes it and takes a couple hits*

das good.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Jane chuckled*

aint it? im fuckin everywhere right now

[ask-the-robbers]

really need it.

[finns-ocs-blog]

errybody needs sumnthin'

whatcha runnin from Wes?

[ask-the-robbers]

ain’t runnin’ from nothin’!

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they looked at him, then each other, then laughed*

errybody here's runnin, just a matter of if youre the one chasin or bein chased

aint nothin to be ashamed of, drinkin n smokin gets ya outta your head real nice

[ask-the-robbers]

I told you I’m not fuckin’ runnin’! shut up!

[finns-ocs-blog]

chill out, man, take another hit

[ask-the-robbers]

*he takes another hit*

[finns-ocs-blog]

ya calmin down now?

[ask-the-robbers]

mm.

*he takes another*

[finns-ocs-blog]

good

[ask-the-robbers]

I ain’t ever had this stuff…

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Jane took the blunt back*

then youre gonna slow it down, aint used to it so ya dont wanna hit too hard

but if ya needa throw up go to the bathroom or behind the couch

[ask-the-robbers]

‘ey! gimme that back!

[finns-ocs-blog]

listen man, im too gone to deal with you givin yourself a panic attack and Rocky's....

no, no, you can say it

Rocky's Rocky, he's stupid

yep

[ask-the-robbers]

I’ll have a panic attack if I don’t get it back!

*he tries to snatch it*

[finns-ocs-blog]

nope, not gonna happen

chill out dude

[ask-the-robbers]

I’ll fuckin’ fight ya for it if ya don’t fork it over!

[finns-ocs-blog]

listen this is my goddamn green, youre not gonna talk shit to me, back the fuck up

seriously man, sit down

[ask-the-robbers]

*he glares*

[finns-ocs-blog]

you done? or is this gonna stay a problem

[ask-the-robbers]

whatever…

[finns-ocs-blog]

good.

[ask-the-robbers]

*he grumbles and leans against the wall*

[finns-ocs-blog]

*she rolled her eyes at the drama*

*Rocky picked his playful tone back up*

so what're you here for Wes? tons 'a places to get drunk why'd ya pick this unfortunate dump

[ask-the-robbers]

free alcohol.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he laughed*

and amen to that!

[ask-the-robbers]

care the grab a fella some more?

[finns-ocs-blog]

was gonna head over myself, whatchu want? Jane?

nah, i dont like gettin crossed always makes me sick

[ask-the-robbers]

whiskey. if there’s somehow rum left grab that.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hell yeah whiskey! cowboy booze

*he headed off*

*Jane started to wander away not seeming to care much anymore*

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley leans against the wall, going back to staring at a wall*

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Rocky came back a little while later looking considerably more damp and a little lost as to why he had two cups until he saw Wes and remembered*

sorry it took so long, real good lookin chick at the bar

she dumped her drink on me though

*he shrugged*

i appreciate a clear answer even if its no

[ask-the-robbers]

don’t care. gimme. they still have rum?

[finns-ocs-blog]

whaddya think she dumped on me?

*he laughed again and gave Wes one of the cups, spilling some of it as he did but he didnt seem to notice*

[ask-the-robbers]

*he takes it and sips it, he looks different than before. he looks sadder*

[finns-ocs-blog]

awwww buddyyy

*he crouches down and half falls eventually sitting criss cross applesauce on the floor*

whats'a matter?

[ask-the-robbers]

nothin’.

[finns-ocs-blog]

but'cha look sad

*he reaches out to poke him in the cheek*

[ask-the-robbers]

nothin’! verpiss dich!

((translation: verpiss dich = fuck off/get lost))

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he paused, confused*

what piss dick?

[ask-the-robbers]

I said fuck off!

[finns-ocs-blog]

ohhhhhhhhhh

[ask-the-robbers]

god…

[finns-ocs-blog]

's that a different language or somethin?

[ask-the-robbers]

yeah.

[finns-ocs-blog]

thats tuff, i hardly know one language

[ask-the-robbers]

hm.

[finns-ocs-blog]

man how do languages even work? like ya jus say "alright. this means this" and then everybody's gotta learn it and man there's like at least three languages

[ask-the-robbers]

there’s more than three.

[finns-ocs-blog]

really?!

dude. how'd they do that?!

[ask-the-robbers]

*he blinks*

[finns-ocs-blog]

how do they even know what means what in other languages

dude, dude, thats insane

[ask-the-robbers]

do ya not know about different countries and stuff?

[finns-ocs-blog]

there's like... a couple

[ask-the-robbers]

you’re a fuckin’ idiot.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he grinned*

aw, thanks

[ask-the-robbers]

*he sips his drink and hiccups*

not a compliment.

[finns-ocs-blog]

eh, i get told that so much its better to just pretend it is

[ask-the-robbers]

weird.

[finns-ocs-blog]

yup!

[ask-the-robbers]

okay…

[finns-ocs-blog]

y'know youre a little weird too

not talkin to nobody

[ask-the-robbers]

I ain’t weird!

[finns-ocs-blog]

better 'n bein a soc though

ew

[ask-the-robbers]

ew…

[finns-ocs-blog]

we're better 'n those assholes

[ask-the-robbers]

mhm.

[finns-ocs-blog]

y'know, youre pretty cool man

[ask-the-robbers]

I am?

[finns-ocs-blog]

i think so

[ask-the-robbers]

damn.

[finns-ocs-blog]

yeah, youre my friend now, we're friends

[ask-the-robbers]

oh okay.

[finns-ocs-blog]

tuff

[ask-the-robbers]

tuff.

[finns-ocs-blog]

yeah! hah!

[finns-ocs-blog]

*it’s a Saturday and Buck’s throwing one of his parties. Wesley sits in the corner, dirty and getting drunk with a couple cans next to him*

- @ask-the-robbers

*Rocky was about his normal shenanigans, drunk with a can in his hand and an unlit cig in his mouth*

hey man, y'got a light? dropped mine someplace

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley wordlessly passes him a lighter*

[finns-ocs-blog]

aw sick, i love you man

*he lit it and handed the lighter back*

you new here or sumn'? aint seen ya 'fore

[ask-the-robbers]

I ain’t usually come to these.

[finns-ocs-blog]

mmh, why ya came t'night?

*he smirked*

followin somebody?

*he looked around for whoever this kid might be here for*

[ask-the-robbers]

no. gettin’ drunk.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hey thats just as fair

my buddy Jane brought some cannabis if ya want that too, shes over there

*he pointed*

names Rocky by the way

[ask-the-robbers]

Wesley. gimme the green.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hah, i like you

*he turned over his shoulder*

yo Jane! bring summa that over here

*a disheveled looking girl with a big grin walked over*

hey Rocks, who's your buddy?

*she took a puff and handed Rocky the blunt*

his name's Wesley

*he handed it to Wes*

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley takes it and takes a couple hits*

das good.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Jane chuckled*

aint it? im fuckin everywhere right now

[ask-the-robbers]

really need it.

[finns-ocs-blog]

errybody needs sumnthin'

whatcha runnin from Wes?

[ask-the-robbers]

ain’t runnin’ from nothin’!

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they looked at him, then each other, then laughed*

errybody here's runnin, just a matter of if youre the one chasin or bein chased

aint nothin to be ashamed of, drinkin n smokin gets ya outta your head real nice

[ask-the-robbers]

I told you I’m not fuckin’ runnin’! shut up!

[finns-ocs-blog]

chill out, man, take another hit

[ask-the-robbers]

*he takes another hit*

[finns-ocs-blog]

ya calmin down now?

[ask-the-robbers]

mm.

*he takes another*

[finns-ocs-blog]

good

[ask-the-robbers]

I ain’t ever had this stuff…

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Jane took the blunt back*

then youre gonna slow it down, aint used to it so ya dont wanna hit too hard

but if ya needa throw up go to the bathroom or behind the couch

[ask-the-robbers]

‘ey! gimme that back!

[finns-ocs-blog]

listen man, im too gone to deal with you givin yourself a panic attack and Rocky's....

no, no, you can say it

Rocky's Rocky, he's stupid

yep

[ask-the-robbers]

I’ll have a panic attack if I don’t get it back!

*he tries to snatch it*

[finns-ocs-blog]

nope, not gonna happen

chill out dude

[ask-the-robbers]

I’ll fuckin’ fight ya for it if ya don’t fork it over!

[finns-ocs-blog]

listen this is my goddamn green, youre not gonna talk shit to me, back the fuck up

seriously man, sit down

[ask-the-robbers]

*he glares*

[finns-ocs-blog]

you done? or is this gonna stay a problem

[ask-the-robbers]

whatever…

[finns-ocs-blog]

good.

[ask-the-robbers]

*he grumbles and leans against the wall*

[finns-ocs-blog]

*she rolled her eyes at the drama*

*Rocky picked his playful tone back up*

so what're you here for Wes? tons 'a places to get drunk why'd ya pick this unfortunate dump

[ask-the-robbers]

free alcohol.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he laughed*

and amen to that!

[ask-the-robbers]

care the grab a fella some more?

[finns-ocs-blog]

was gonna head over myself, whatchu want? Jane?

nah, i dont like gettin crossed always makes me sick

[ask-the-robbers]

whiskey. if there’s somehow rum left grab that.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hell yeah whiskey! cowboy booze

*he headed off*

*Jane started to wander away not seeming to care much anymore*

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley leans against the wall, going back to staring at a wall*

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Rocky came back a little while later looking considerably more damp and a little lost as to why he had two cups until he saw Wes and remembered*

sorry it took so long, real good lookin chick at the bar

she dumped her drink on me though

*he shrugged*

i appreciate a clear answer even if its no

[ask-the-robbers]

don’t care. gimme. they still have rum?

[finns-ocs-blog]

whaddya think she dumped on me?

*he laughed again and gave Wes one of the cups, spilling some of it as he did but he didnt seem to notice*

[ask-the-robbers]

*he takes it and sips it, he looks different than before. he looks sadder*

[finns-ocs-blog]

awwww buddyyy

*he crouches down and half falls eventually sitting criss cross applesauce on the floor*

whats'a matter?

[ask-the-robbers]

nothin’.

[finns-ocs-blog]

but'cha look sad

*he reaches out to poke him in the cheek*

[ask-the-robbers]

nothin’! verpiss dich!

((translation: verpiss dich = fuck off/get lost))

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he paused, confused*

what piss dick?

[ask-the-robbers]

I said fuck off!

[finns-ocs-blog]

ohhhhhhhhhh

[ask-the-robbers]

god…

[finns-ocs-blog]

's that a different language or somethin?

[ask-the-robbers]

yeah.

[finns-ocs-blog]

thats tuff, i hardly know one language

[ask-the-robbers]

hm.

[finns-ocs-blog]

man how do languages even work? like ya jus say "alright. this means this" and then everybody's gotta learn it and man there's like at least three languages

[ask-the-robbers]

there’s more than three.

[finns-ocs-blog]

really?!

dude. how'd they do that?!

[ask-the-robbers]

*he blinks*

[finns-ocs-blog]

how do they even know what means what in other languages

dude, dude, thats insane

[ask-the-robbers]

do ya not know about different countries and stuff?

[finns-ocs-blog]

there's like... a couple

[ask-the-robbers]

you’re a fuckin’ idiot.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he grinned*

aw, thanks

[ask-the-robbers]

*he sips his drink and hiccups*

not a compliment.

[finns-ocs-blog]

eh, i get told that so much its better to just pretend it is

[ask-the-robbers]

weird.

[finns-ocs-blog]

yup!

[ask-the-robbers]

okay…

[finns-ocs-blog]

y'know youre a little weird too

not talkin to nobody

[ask-the-robbers]

I ain’t weird!

[finns-ocs-blog]

better 'n bein a soc though

ew

[ask-the-robbers]

ew…

[finns-ocs-blog]

we're better 'n those assholes

[ask-the-robbers]

mhm.

[finns-ocs-blog]

y'know, youre pretty cool man

[ask-the-robbers]

I am?

[finns-ocs-blog]

i think so

[ask-the-robbers]

damn.

[finns-ocs-blog]

yeah, youre my friend now, we're friends

[ask-the-robbers]

oh okay.

[finns-ocs-blog]

tuff

[finns-ocs-blog]

*it’s a Saturday and Buck’s throwing one of his parties. Wesley sits in the corner, dirty and getting drunk with a couple cans next to him*

- @ask-the-robbers

*Rocky was about his normal shenanigans, drunk with a can in his hand and an unlit cig in his mouth*

hey man, y'got a light? dropped mine someplace

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley wordlessly passes him a lighter*

[finns-ocs-blog]

aw sick, i love you man

*he lit it and handed the lighter back*

you new here or sumn'? aint seen ya 'fore

[ask-the-robbers]

I ain’t usually come to these.

[finns-ocs-blog]

mmh, why ya came t'night?

*he smirked*

followin somebody?

*he looked around for whoever this kid might be here for*

[ask-the-robbers]

no. gettin’ drunk.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hey thats just as fair

my buddy Jane brought some cannabis if ya want that too, shes over there

*he pointed*

names Rocky by the way

[ask-the-robbers]

Wesley. gimme the green.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hah, i like you

*he turned over his shoulder*

yo Jane! bring summa that over here

*a disheveled looking girl with a big grin walked over*

hey Rocks, who's your buddy?

*she took a puff and handed Rocky the blunt*

his name's Wesley

*he handed it to Wes*

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley takes it and takes a couple hits*

das good.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Jane chuckled*

aint it? im fuckin everywhere right now

[ask-the-robbers]

really need it.

[finns-ocs-blog]

errybody needs sumnthin'

whatcha runnin from Wes?

[ask-the-robbers]

ain’t runnin’ from nothin’!

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they looked at him, then each other, then laughed*

errybody here's runnin, just a matter of if youre the one chasin or bein chased

aint nothin to be ashamed of, drinkin n smokin gets ya outta your head real nice

[ask-the-robbers]

I told you I’m not fuckin’ runnin’! shut up!

[finns-ocs-blog]

chill out, man, take another hit

[ask-the-robbers]

*he takes another hit*

[finns-ocs-blog]

ya calmin down now?

[ask-the-robbers]

mm.

*he takes another*

[finns-ocs-blog]

good

[ask-the-robbers]

I ain’t ever had this stuff…

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Jane took the blunt back*

then youre gonna slow it down, aint used to it so ya dont wanna hit too hard

but if ya needa throw up go to the bathroom or behind the couch

[ask-the-robbers]

‘ey! gimme that back!

[finns-ocs-blog]

listen man, im too gone to deal with you givin yourself a panic attack and Rocky's....

no, no, you can say it

Rocky's Rocky, he's stupid

yep

[ask-the-robbers]

I’ll have a panic attack if I don’t get it back!

*he tries to snatch it*

[finns-ocs-blog]

nope, not gonna happen

chill out dude

[ask-the-robbers]

I’ll fuckin’ fight ya for it if ya don’t fork it over!

[finns-ocs-blog]

listen this is my goddamn green, youre not gonna talk shit to me, back the fuck up

seriously man, sit down

[ask-the-robbers]

*he glares*

[finns-ocs-blog]

you done? or is this gonna stay a problem

[ask-the-robbers]

whatever…

[finns-ocs-blog]

good.

[ask-the-robbers]

*he grumbles and leans against the wall*

[finns-ocs-blog]

*she rolled her eyes at the drama*

*Rocky picked his playful tone back up*

so what're you here for Wes? tons 'a places to get drunk why'd ya pick this unfortunate dump

[ask-the-robbers]

free alcohol.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he laughed*

and amen to that!

[ask-the-robbers]

care the grab a fella some more?

[finns-ocs-blog]

was gonna head over myself, whatchu want? Jane?

nah, i dont like gettin crossed always makes me sick

[ask-the-robbers]

whiskey. if there’s somehow rum left grab that.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hell yeah whiskey! cowboy booze

*he headed off*

*Jane started to wander away not seeming to care much anymore*

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley leans against the wall, going back to staring at a wall*

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Rocky came back a little while later looking considerably more damp and a little lost as to why he had two cups until he saw Wes and remembered*

sorry it took so long, real good lookin chick at the bar

she dumped her drink on me though

*he shrugged*

i appreciate a clear answer even if its no

[ask-the-robbers]

don’t care. gimme. they still have rum?

[finns-ocs-blog]

whaddya think she dumped on me?

*he laughed again and gave Wes one of the cups, spilling some of it as he did but he didnt seem to notice*

[ask-the-robbers]

*he takes it and sips it, he looks different than before. he looks sadder*

[finns-ocs-blog]

awwww buddyyy

*he crouches down and half falls eventually sitting criss cross applesauce on the floor*

whats'a matter?

[ask-the-robbers]

nothin’.

[finns-ocs-blog]

but'cha look sad

*he reaches out to poke him in the cheek*

[ask-the-robbers]

nothin’! verpiss dich!

((translation: verpiss dich = fuck off/get lost))

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he paused, confused*

what piss dick?

[ask-the-robbers]

I said fuck off!

[finns-ocs-blog]

ohhhhhhhhhh

[ask-the-robbers]

god…

[finns-ocs-blog]

's that a different language or somethin?

[ask-the-robbers]

yeah.

[finns-ocs-blog]

thats tuff, i hardly know one language

[ask-the-robbers]

hm.

[finns-ocs-blog]

man how do languages even work? like ya jus say "alright. this means this" and then everybody's gotta learn it and man there's like at least three languages

[ask-the-robbers]

there’s more than three.

[finns-ocs-blog]

really?!

dude. how'd they do that?!

[ask-the-robbers]

*he blinks*

[finns-ocs-blog]

how do they even know what means what in other languages

dude, dude, thats insane

[ask-the-robbers]

do ya not know about different countries and stuff?

[finns-ocs-blog]

there's like... a couple

[ask-the-robbers]

you’re a fuckin’ idiot.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he grinned*

aw, thanks

[ask-the-robbers]

*he sips his drink and hiccups*

not a compliment.

[finns-ocs-blog]

eh, i get told that so much its better to just pretend it is

[ask-the-robbers]

weird.

[finns-ocs-blog]

yup!

[ask-the-robbers]

okay…

[finns-ocs-blog]

y'know youre a little weird too

not talkin to nobody

[ask-the-robbers]

I ain’t weird!

[finns-ocs-blog]

better 'n bein a soc though

ew

[ask-the-robbers]

ew…

[finns-ocs-blog]

we're better 'n those assholes

[ask-the-robbers]

mhm.

[finns-ocs-blog]

y'know, youre pretty cool man

[ask-the-robbers]

I am?

[finns-ocs-blog]

i think so

[ask-the-robbers]

damn.

[finns-ocs-blog]

yeah, youre my friend now, we're friends

[finns-ocs-blog]

*it’s a Saturday and Buck’s throwing one of his parties. Wesley sits in the corner, dirty and getting drunk with a couple cans next to him*

- @ask-the-robbers

*Rocky was about his normal shenanigans, drunk with a can in his hand and an unlit cig in his mouth*

hey man, y'got a light? dropped mine someplace

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley wordlessly passes him a lighter*

[finns-ocs-blog]

aw sick, i love you man

*he lit it and handed the lighter back*

you new here or sumn'? aint seen ya 'fore

[ask-the-robbers]

I ain’t usually come to these.

[finns-ocs-blog]

mmh, why ya came t'night?

*he smirked*

followin somebody?

*he looked around for whoever this kid might be here for*

[ask-the-robbers]

no. gettin’ drunk.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hey thats just as fair

my buddy Jane brought some cannabis if ya want that too, shes over there

*he pointed*

names Rocky by the way

[ask-the-robbers]

Wesley. gimme the green.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hah, i like you

*he turned over his shoulder*

yo Jane! bring summa that over here

*a disheveled looking girl with a big grin walked over*

hey Rocks, who's your buddy?

*she took a puff and handed Rocky the blunt*

his name's Wesley

*he handed it to Wes*

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley takes it and takes a couple hits*

das good.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Jane chuckled*

aint it? im fuckin everywhere right now

[ask-the-robbers]

really need it.

[finns-ocs-blog]

errybody needs sumnthin'

whatcha runnin from Wes?

[ask-the-robbers]

ain’t runnin’ from nothin’!

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they looked at him, then each other, then laughed*

errybody here's runnin, just a matter of if youre the one chasin or bein chased

aint nothin to be ashamed of, drinkin n smokin gets ya outta your head real nice

[ask-the-robbers]

I told you I’m not fuckin’ runnin’! shut up!

[finns-ocs-blog]

chill out, man, take another hit

[ask-the-robbers]

*he takes another hit*

[finns-ocs-blog]

ya calmin down now?

[ask-the-robbers]

mm.

*he takes another*

[finns-ocs-blog]

good

[ask-the-robbers]

I ain’t ever had this stuff…

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Jane took the blunt back*

then youre gonna slow it down, aint used to it so ya dont wanna hit too hard

but if ya needa throw up go to the bathroom or behind the couch

[ask-the-robbers]

‘ey! gimme that back!

[finns-ocs-blog]

listen man, im too gone to deal with you givin yourself a panic attack and Rocky's....

no, no, you can say it

Rocky's Rocky, he's stupid

yep

[ask-the-robbers]

I’ll have a panic attack if I don’t get it back!

*he tries to snatch it*

[finns-ocs-blog]

nope, not gonna happen

chill out dude

[ask-the-robbers]

I’ll fuckin’ fight ya for it if ya don’t fork it over!

[finns-ocs-blog]

listen this is my goddamn green, youre not gonna talk shit to me, back the fuck up

seriously man, sit down

[ask-the-robbers]

*he glares*

[finns-ocs-blog]

you done? or is this gonna stay a problem

[ask-the-robbers]

whatever…

[finns-ocs-blog]

good.

[ask-the-robbers]

*he grumbles and leans against the wall*

[finns-ocs-blog]

*she rolled her eyes at the drama*

*Rocky picked his playful tone back up*

so what're you here for Wes? tons 'a places to get drunk why'd ya pick this unfortunate dump

[ask-the-robbers]

free alcohol.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he laughed*

and amen to that!

[ask-the-robbers]

care the grab a fella some more?

[finns-ocs-blog]

was gonna head over myself, whatchu want? Jane?

nah, i dont like gettin crossed always makes me sick

[ask-the-robbers]

whiskey. if there’s somehow rum left grab that.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hell yeah whiskey! cowboy booze

*he headed off*

*Jane started to wander away not seeming to care much anymore*

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley leans against the wall, going back to staring at a wall*

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Rocky came back a little while later looking considerably more damp and a little lost as to why he had two cups until he saw Wes and remembered*

sorry it took so long, real good lookin chick at the bar

she dumped her drink on me though

*he shrugged*

i appreciate a clear answer even if its no

[ask-the-robbers]

don’t care. gimme. they still have rum?

[finns-ocs-blog]

whaddya think she dumped on me?

*he laughed again and gave Wes one of the cups, spilling some of it as he did but he didnt seem to notice*

[ask-the-robbers]

*he takes it and sips it, he looks different than before. he looks sadder*

[finns-ocs-blog]

awwww buddyyy

*he crouches down and half falls eventually sitting criss cross applesauce on the floor*

whats'a matter?

[ask-the-robbers]

nothin’.

[finns-ocs-blog]

but'cha look sad

*he reaches out to poke him in the cheek*

[ask-the-robbers]

nothin’! verpiss dich!

((translation: verpiss dich = fuck off/get lost))

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he paused, confused*

what piss dick?

[ask-the-robbers]

I said fuck off!

[finns-ocs-blog]

ohhhhhhhhhh

[ask-the-robbers]

god…

[finns-ocs-blog]

's that a different language or somethin?

[ask-the-robbers]

yeah.

[finns-ocs-blog]

thats tuff, i hardly know one language

[ask-the-robbers]

hm.

[finns-ocs-blog]

man how do languages even work? like ya jus say "alright. this means this" and then everybody's gotta learn it and man there's like at least three languages

[ask-the-robbers]

there’s more than three.

[finns-ocs-blog]

really?!

dude. how'd they do that?!

[ask-the-robbers]

*he blinks*

[finns-ocs-blog]

how do they even know what means what in other languages

dude, dude, thats insane

[ask-the-robbers]

do ya not know about different countries and stuff?

[finns-ocs-blog]

there's like... a couple

[ask-the-robbers]

you’re a fuckin’ idiot.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he grinned*

aw, thanks

[ask-the-robbers]

*he sips his drink and hiccups*

not a compliment.

[finns-ocs-blog]

eh, i get told that so much its better to just pretend it is

[ask-the-robbers]

weird.

[finns-ocs-blog]

yup!

[ask-the-robbers]

okay…

[finns-ocs-blog]

y'know youre a little weird too

not talkin to nobody

[ask-the-robbers]

I ain’t weird!

[finns-ocs-blog]

better 'n bein a soc though

ew

[ask-the-robbers]

ew…

[finns-ocs-blog]

we're better 'n those assholes

[ask-the-robbers]

mhm.

[finns-ocs-blog]

y'know, youre pretty cool man

[ask-the-robbers]

I am?

[finns-ocs-blog]

i think so

[finns-ocs-blog]

*it’s a Saturday and Buck’s throwing one of his parties. Wesley sits in the corner, dirty and getting drunk with a couple cans next to him*

- @ask-the-robbers

*Rocky was about his normal shenanigans, drunk with a can in his hand and an unlit cig in his mouth*

hey man, y'got a light? dropped mine someplace

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley wordlessly passes him a lighter*

[finns-ocs-blog]

aw sick, i love you man

*he lit it and handed the lighter back*

you new here or sumn'? aint seen ya 'fore

[ask-the-robbers]

I ain’t usually come to these.

[finns-ocs-blog]

mmh, why ya came t'night?

*he smirked*

followin somebody?

*he looked around for whoever this kid might be here for*

[ask-the-robbers]

no. gettin’ drunk.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hey thats just as fair

my buddy Jane brought some cannabis if ya want that too, shes over there

*he pointed*

names Rocky by the way

[ask-the-robbers]

Wesley. gimme the green.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hah, i like you

*he turned over his shoulder*

yo Jane! bring summa that over here

*a disheveled looking girl with a big grin walked over*

hey Rocks, who's your buddy?

*she took a puff and handed Rocky the blunt*

his name's Wesley

*he handed it to Wes*

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley takes it and takes a couple hits*

das good.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Jane chuckled*

aint it? im fuckin everywhere right now

[ask-the-robbers]

really need it.

[finns-ocs-blog]

errybody needs sumnthin'

whatcha runnin from Wes?

[ask-the-robbers]

ain’t runnin’ from nothin’!

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they looked at him, then each other, then laughed*

errybody here's runnin, just a matter of if youre the one chasin or bein chased

aint nothin to be ashamed of, drinkin n smokin gets ya outta your head real nice

[ask-the-robbers]

I told you I’m not fuckin’ runnin’! shut up!

[finns-ocs-blog]

chill out, man, take another hit

[ask-the-robbers]

*he takes another hit*

[finns-ocs-blog]

ya calmin down now?

[ask-the-robbers]

mm.

*he takes another*

[finns-ocs-blog]

good

[ask-the-robbers]

I ain’t ever had this stuff…

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Jane took the blunt back*

then youre gonna slow it down, aint used to it so ya dont wanna hit too hard

but if ya needa throw up go to the bathroom or behind the couch

[ask-the-robbers]

‘ey! gimme that back!

[finns-ocs-blog]

listen man, im too gone to deal with you givin yourself a panic attack and Rocky's....

no, no, you can say it

Rocky's Rocky, he's stupid

yep

[ask-the-robbers]

I’ll have a panic attack if I don’t get it back!

*he tries to snatch it*

[finns-ocs-blog]

nope, not gonna happen

chill out dude

[ask-the-robbers]

I’ll fuckin’ fight ya for it if ya don’t fork it over!

[finns-ocs-blog]

listen this is my goddamn green, youre not gonna talk shit to me, back the fuck up

seriously man, sit down

[ask-the-robbers]

*he glares*

[finns-ocs-blog]

you done? or is this gonna stay a problem

[ask-the-robbers]

whatever…

[finns-ocs-blog]

good.

[ask-the-robbers]

*he grumbles and leans against the wall*

[finns-ocs-blog]

*she rolled her eyes at the drama*

*Rocky picked his playful tone back up*

so what're you here for Wes? tons 'a places to get drunk why'd ya pick this unfortunate dump

[ask-the-robbers]

free alcohol.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he laughed*

and amen to that!

[ask-the-robbers]

care the grab a fella some more?

[finns-ocs-blog]

was gonna head over myself, whatchu want? Jane?

nah, i dont like gettin crossed always makes me sick

[ask-the-robbers]

whiskey. if there’s somehow rum left grab that.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hell yeah whiskey! cowboy booze

*he headed off*

*Jane started to wander away not seeming to care much anymore*

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley leans against the wall, going back to staring at a wall*

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Rocky came back a little while later looking considerably more damp and a little lost as to why he had two cups until he saw Wes and remembered*

sorry it took so long, real good lookin chick at the bar

she dumped her drink on me though

*he shrugged*

i appreciate a clear answer even if its no

[ask-the-robbers]

don’t care. gimme. they still have rum?

[finns-ocs-blog]

whaddya think she dumped on me?

*he laughed again and gave Wes one of the cups, spilling some of it as he did but he didnt seem to notice*

[ask-the-robbers]

*he takes it and sips it, he looks different than before. he looks sadder*

[finns-ocs-blog]

awwww buddyyy

*he crouches down and half falls eventually sitting criss cross applesauce on the floor*

whats'a matter?

[ask-the-robbers]

nothin’.

[finns-ocs-blog]

but'cha look sad

*he reaches out to poke him in the cheek*

[ask-the-robbers]

nothin’! verpiss dich!

((translation: verpiss dich = fuck off/get lost))

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he paused, confused*

what piss dick?

[ask-the-robbers]

I said fuck off!

[finns-ocs-blog]

ohhhhhhhhhh

[ask-the-robbers]

god…

[finns-ocs-blog]

's that a different language or somethin?

[ask-the-robbers]

yeah.

[finns-ocs-blog]

thats tuff, i hardly know one language

[ask-the-robbers]

hm.

[finns-ocs-blog]

man how do languages even work? like ya jus say "alright. this means this" and then everybody's gotta learn it and man there's like at least three languages

[ask-the-robbers]

there’s more than three.

[finns-ocs-blog]

really?!

dude. how'd they do that?!

[ask-the-robbers]

*he blinks*

[finns-ocs-blog]

how do they even know what means what in other languages

dude, dude, thats insane

[ask-the-robbers]

do ya not know about different countries and stuff?

[finns-ocs-blog]

there's like... a couple

[ask-the-robbers]

you’re a fuckin’ idiot.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he grinned*

aw, thanks

[ask-the-robbers]

*he sips his drink and hiccups*

not a compliment.

[finns-ocs-blog]

eh, i get told that so much its better to just pretend it is

[ask-the-robbers]

weird.

[finns-ocs-blog]

yup!

[ask-the-robbers]

okay…

[finns-ocs-blog]

y'know youre a little weird too

not talkin to nobody

[ask-the-robbers]

I ain’t weird!

[finns-ocs-blog]

better 'n bein a soc though

ew

[ask-the-robbers]

ew…

[finns-ocs-blog]

we're better 'n those assholes

[ask-the-robbers]

mhm.

[finns-ocs-blog]

y'know, youre pretty cool man

[finns-ocs-blog]

*it’s a Saturday and Buck’s throwing one of his parties. Wesley sits in the corner, dirty and getting drunk with a couple cans next to him*

- @ask-the-robbers

*Rocky was about his normal shenanigans, drunk with a can in his hand and an unlit cig in his mouth*

hey man, y'got a light? dropped mine someplace

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley wordlessly passes him a lighter*

[finns-ocs-blog]

aw sick, i love you man

*he lit it and handed the lighter back*

you new here or sumn'? aint seen ya 'fore

[ask-the-robbers]

I ain’t usually come to these.

[finns-ocs-blog]

mmh, why ya came t'night?

*he smirked*

followin somebody?

*he looked around for whoever this kid might be here for*

[ask-the-robbers]

no. gettin’ drunk.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hey thats just as fair

my buddy Jane brought some cannabis if ya want that too, shes over there

*he pointed*

names Rocky by the way

[ask-the-robbers]

Wesley. gimme the green.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hah, i like you

*he turned over his shoulder*

yo Jane! bring summa that over here

*a disheveled looking girl with a big grin walked over*

hey Rocks, who's your buddy?

*she took a puff and handed Rocky the blunt*

his name's Wesley

*he handed it to Wes*

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley takes it and takes a couple hits*

das good.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Jane chuckled*

aint it? im fuckin everywhere right now

[ask-the-robbers]

really need it.

[finns-ocs-blog]

errybody needs sumnthin'

whatcha runnin from Wes?

[ask-the-robbers]

ain’t runnin’ from nothin’!

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they looked at him, then each other, then laughed*

errybody here's runnin, just a matter of if youre the one chasin or bein chased

aint nothin to be ashamed of, drinkin n smokin gets ya outta your head real nice

[ask-the-robbers]

I told you I’m not fuckin’ runnin’! shut up!

[finns-ocs-blog]

chill out, man, take another hit

[ask-the-robbers]

*he takes another hit*

[finns-ocs-blog]

ya calmin down now?

[ask-the-robbers]

mm.

*he takes another*

[finns-ocs-blog]

good

[ask-the-robbers]

I ain’t ever had this stuff…

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Jane took the blunt back*

then youre gonna slow it down, aint used to it so ya dont wanna hit too hard

but if ya needa throw up go to the bathroom or behind the couch

[ask-the-robbers]

‘ey! gimme that back!

[finns-ocs-blog]

listen man, im too gone to deal with you givin yourself a panic attack and Rocky's....

no, no, you can say it

Rocky's Rocky, he's stupid

yep

[ask-the-robbers]

I’ll have a panic attack if I don’t get it back!

*he tries to snatch it*

[finns-ocs-blog]

nope, not gonna happen

chill out dude

[ask-the-robbers]

I’ll fuckin’ fight ya for it if ya don’t fork it over!

[finns-ocs-blog]

listen this is my goddamn green, youre not gonna talk shit to me, back the fuck up

seriously man, sit down

[ask-the-robbers]

*he glares*

[finns-ocs-blog]

you done? or is this gonna stay a problem

[ask-the-robbers]

whatever…

[finns-ocs-blog]

good.

[ask-the-robbers]

*he grumbles and leans against the wall*

[finns-ocs-blog]

*she rolled her eyes at the drama*

*Rocky picked his playful tone back up*

so what're you here for Wes? tons 'a places to get drunk why'd ya pick this unfortunate dump

[ask-the-robbers]

free alcohol.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he laughed*

and amen to that!

[ask-the-robbers]

care the grab a fella some more?

[finns-ocs-blog]

was gonna head over myself, whatchu want? Jane?

nah, i dont like gettin crossed always makes me sick

[ask-the-robbers]

whiskey. if there’s somehow rum left grab that.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hell yeah whiskey! cowboy booze

*he headed off*

*Jane started to wander away not seeming to care much anymore*

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley leans against the wall, going back to staring at a wall*

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Rocky came back a little while later looking considerably more damp and a little lost as to why he had two cups until he saw Wes and remembered*

sorry it took so long, real good lookin chick at the bar

she dumped her drink on me though

*he shrugged*

i appreciate a clear answer even if its no

[ask-the-robbers]

don’t care. gimme. they still have rum?

[finns-ocs-blog]

whaddya think she dumped on me?

*he laughed again and gave Wes one of the cups, spilling some of it as he did but he didnt seem to notice*

[ask-the-robbers]

*he takes it and sips it, he looks different than before. he looks sadder*

[finns-ocs-blog]

awwww buddyyy

*he crouches down and half falls eventually sitting criss cross applesauce on the floor*

whats'a matter?

[ask-the-robbers]

nothin’.

[finns-ocs-blog]

but'cha look sad

*he reaches out to poke him in the cheek*

[ask-the-robbers]

nothin’! verpiss dich!

((translation: verpiss dich = fuck off/get lost))

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he paused, confused*

what piss dick?

[ask-the-robbers]

I said fuck off!

[finns-ocs-blog]

ohhhhhhhhhh

[ask-the-robbers]

god…

[finns-ocs-blog]

's that a different language or somethin?

[ask-the-robbers]

yeah.

[finns-ocs-blog]

thats tuff, i hardly know one language

[ask-the-robbers]

hm.

[finns-ocs-blog]

man how do languages even work? like ya jus say "alright. this means this" and then everybody's gotta learn it and man there's like at least three languages

[ask-the-robbers]

there’s more than three.

[finns-ocs-blog]

really?!

dude. how'd they do that?!

[ask-the-robbers]

*he blinks*

[finns-ocs-blog]

how do they even know what means what in other languages

dude, dude, thats insane

[ask-the-robbers]

do ya not know about different countries and stuff?

[finns-ocs-blog]

there's like... a couple

[ask-the-robbers]

you’re a fuckin’ idiot.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he grinned*

aw, thanks

[ask-the-robbers]

*he sips his drink and hiccups*

not a compliment.

[finns-ocs-blog]

eh, i get told that so much its better to just pretend it is

[ask-the-robbers]

weird.

[finns-ocs-blog]

yup!

[ask-the-robbers]

okay…

[finns-ocs-blog]

y'know youre a little weird too

not talkin to nobody

[ask-the-robbers]

I ain’t weird!

[finns-ocs-blog]

better 'n bein a soc though

ew

[ask-the-robbers]

ew…

[finns-ocs-blog]

we're better 'n those assholes

[finns-ocs-blog]

*A grumpy looking kid comes into Reece's bar, and stands by the counter.* Beer.

( @storiesfromtulsa)

*they bounced the bad energy right back*

id. and how 'bout a please while you're at it this aint some shitty dive

[storiesfromtulsa]

*He hands over a fake ID.* Please? The hell for?

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they looked at it for all of five seconds before putting it down on the counter*

how stupid do you think i am? we dont take fakes here, try Buck Merril's place, i here he takes shitty attitudes too

[storiesfromtulsa]

Fine, it's fake. Can't ya get me one, just this once?

[finns-ocs-blog]

oh right, cause youve been such a sweetheart besides that and ive been looking to get my license taken

[storiesfromtulsa]

What, you want me to sing ya a song? I can.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they looked at him completely deadpan*

get outta my bar

[storiesfromtulsa]

C'mon man, I'll even take a soda.

[finns-ocs-blog]

well now im just refusing service for the attitude, ask another bartender or go someplace else

*they grinned sarcastically and walked to another person that was flagging them down*

[storiesfromtulsa]

*He didn't move, except to pull his guitar from its case.*

You'd be grumpy too if ya was hungry.

( @finns-ocs-blog)

[finns-ocs-blog]

if you wanna play, go outside, we already got a band booked for tonight

[storiesfromtulsa]

It's rainin'.

[finns-ocs-blog]

not my problem, now do i gotta escort you outside or are you gonna leave on your own? im really far too fed up for bullshit from a kid who cant even make convincing fakes or control his attitude enough not to get folks suspicious from the get go

[storiesfromtulsa]

Look, man, I just wanna be some place warm, for fuck's sake. No bullshit, just cold. Ya never been cold, man?

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they walked over looking immensely fed up*

i've been cold, i grew up homeless, i've been colder than you could imagine

but you wanna know trick number fucking one of finding a spot to stay? dont walk in acting like an asshole

[storiesfromtulsa]

No, I can imagine. I'm homeless. I'm cold, hungry, an' ev'rything sucks. I was askin' for a beer, man.

[finns-ocs-blog]

yeah good for you, im not gonna give you a beer, i will go to jail

ive had it with your attitude and im not gonna just let you backpedal into the poor little kid act

theres like five different dives and diners within a ten minute walk, you are actively staying where you're making it worse for yourself

it might be raining but at this point you can barely call it rain how light it is, go someplace easier for yourself you cant actively cause a problem and then complain that you're being treated like one

[storiesfromtulsa]

I ain't meant nothin'.

Pero... I'm a shitty ass person, I know that. But, I got money, an' those five places already kicked me out, it ain't a poor kid act, I ain't a kid.

Look, man, I ain't wanna be trouble, an' I'm ... sorry? Could I get a soda, please?

[finns-ocs-blog]

ship's long sailed where youre not gonna be trouble

i dont think you understand this, you are underage, you are not supposed to be in this establishment as a minor, i understand youre having a hard time but this is a bar. and not a dive bar at that. both of us will get in legal trouble if you are caught here

[storiesfromtulsa]

... ya really think they're gonna come here?

[finns-ocs-blog]

sometimes, its not worth the risk

[storiesfromtulsa]

Dude.

[finns-ocs-blog]

some stop in for a drink when they get off work

[storiesfromtulsa]

I'll behave.

[finns-ocs-blog]

that doesnt mean a cop won't wander in here. its not a matter of behavior.

theres a bar down the street that has so genuinely never kicked anyone out and its a dive so no one gives a shit, go there

[storiesfromtulsa]

Later.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they took a deep breath and let out an immensely fed up sigh*

kid both of us will spend the goddamn night in jail if you get caught here, you're playing with shit you dont realize and i need you to leave.

[storiesfromtulsa]

*He looked genuinely defeated.* I'm gonna go, alright? Eventually.

[finns-ocs-blog]

no, no, not eventually, now

if youre looking for a place to stay believe me when i tell you jail's a bad plan, youd be better off to try to land yourself in the hospital to have a roof for the night they at least treat you like a person before bleeding your pockets

[storiesfromtulsa]

Like I got much. I got like a dollar.

[finns-ocs-blog]

you'll lose more than that if the cops show up, you oughta scram

[storiesfromtulsa]

Don't tell me what to do, man.

[finns-ocs-blog]

oh my jesus fucking christ

do you hear any words coming out of my mouth? am i speaking? YOU WILL BE IN LEGAL TROUBLE IF YOU ARE CAUGHT HERE. DOES THAT MAKE SENSE.

[storiesfromtulsa]

It ain't the first time, man! I don't fuckin' care.

[finns-ocs-blog]

okay but y'see i care because this establishment will also face consequences

asking one more time. are you going to leave or am i going to escort you out

[storiesfromtulsa]

No quiero salir.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*to themselves coming out from behind the bar*

no, no take the weeknight shift they said, its so easy they said

alright, come on

*they took him by the arm and pulled him to the door*

[storiesfromtulsa]

I said no, you deaf or just stupid?

*He pulled his arm free, clearly about to start a fight.*

[finns-ocs-blog]

oh no i heard you, i just dont give two shits after ive put up with your bullshit with this much decorum

i dont care that you dont wanna go out, i can handle this or i can get someone who doesnt have a problem with whacking kids over the head, which do you want?

[storiesfromtulsa]

I don't care.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they threw up their hands*

alright, alright i dont fucking get paid enough for this

*they dissappeard into the kitchen and after what sounded like a short argument a burly, grumpy looking man appeared*

you leave now. or i make you leave.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*it’s a Saturday and Buck’s throwing one of his parties. Wesley sits in the corner, dirty and getting drunk with a couple cans next to him*

- @ask-the-robbers

*Rocky was about his normal shenanigans, drunk with a can in his hand and an unlit cig in his mouth*

hey man, y'got a light? dropped mine someplace

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley wordlessly passes him a lighter*

[finns-ocs-blog]

aw sick, i love you man

*he lit it and handed the lighter back*

you new here or sumn'? aint seen ya 'fore

[ask-the-robbers]

I ain’t usually come to these.

[finns-ocs-blog]

mmh, why ya came t'night?

*he smirked*

followin somebody?

*he looked around for whoever this kid might be here for*

[ask-the-robbers]

no. gettin’ drunk.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hey thats just as fair

my buddy Jane brought some cannabis if ya want that too, shes over there

*he pointed*

names Rocky by the way

[ask-the-robbers]

Wesley. gimme the green.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hah, i like you

*he turned over his shoulder*

yo Jane! bring summa that over here

*a disheveled looking girl with a big grin walked over*

hey Rocks, who's your buddy?

*she took a puff and handed Rocky the blunt*

his name's Wesley

*he handed it to Wes*

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley takes it and takes a couple hits*

das good.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Jane chuckled*

aint it? im fuckin everywhere right now

[ask-the-robbers]

really need it.

[finns-ocs-blog]

errybody needs sumnthin'

whatcha runnin from Wes?

[ask-the-robbers]

ain’t runnin’ from nothin’!

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they looked at him, then each other, then laughed*

errybody here's runnin, just a matter of if youre the one chasin or bein chased

aint nothin to be ashamed of, drinkin n smokin gets ya outta your head real nice

[ask-the-robbers]

I told you I’m not fuckin’ runnin’! shut up!

[finns-ocs-blog]

chill out, man, take another hit

[ask-the-robbers]

*he takes another hit*

[finns-ocs-blog]

ya calmin down now?

[ask-the-robbers]

mm.

*he takes another*

[finns-ocs-blog]

good

[ask-the-robbers]

I ain’t ever had this stuff…

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Jane took the blunt back*

then youre gonna slow it down, aint used to it so ya dont wanna hit too hard

but if ya needa throw up go to the bathroom or behind the couch

[ask-the-robbers]

‘ey! gimme that back!

[finns-ocs-blog]

listen man, im too gone to deal with you givin yourself a panic attack and Rocky's....

no, no, you can say it

Rocky's Rocky, he's stupid

yep

[ask-the-robbers]

I’ll have a panic attack if I don’t get it back!

*he tries to snatch it*

[finns-ocs-blog]

nope, not gonna happen

chill out dude

[ask-the-robbers]

I’ll fuckin’ fight ya for it if ya don’t fork it over!

[finns-ocs-blog]

listen this is my goddamn green, youre not gonna talk shit to me, back the fuck up

seriously man, sit down

[ask-the-robbers]

*he glares*

[finns-ocs-blog]

you done? or is this gonna stay a problem

[ask-the-robbers]

whatever…

[finns-ocs-blog]

good.

[ask-the-robbers]

*he grumbles and leans against the wall*

[finns-ocs-blog]

*she rolled her eyes at the drama*

*Rocky picked his playful tone back up*

so what're you here for Wes? tons 'a places to get drunk why'd ya pick this unfortunate dump

[ask-the-robbers]

free alcohol.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he laughed*

and amen to that!

[ask-the-robbers]

care the grab a fella some more?

[finns-ocs-blog]

was gonna head over myself, whatchu want? Jane?

nah, i dont like gettin crossed always makes me sick

[ask-the-robbers]

whiskey. if there’s somehow rum left grab that.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hell yeah whiskey! cowboy booze

*he headed off*

*Jane started to wander away not seeming to care much anymore*

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley leans against the wall, going back to staring at a wall*

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Rocky came back a little while later looking considerably more damp and a little lost as to why he had two cups until he saw Wes and remembered*

sorry it took so long, real good lookin chick at the bar

she dumped her drink on me though

*he shrugged*

i appreciate a clear answer even if its no

[ask-the-robbers]

don’t care. gimme. they still have rum?

[finns-ocs-blog]

whaddya think she dumped on me?

*he laughed again and gave Wes one of the cups, spilling some of it as he did but he didnt seem to notice*

[ask-the-robbers]

*he takes it and sips it, he looks different than before. he looks sadder*

[finns-ocs-blog]

awwww buddyyy

*he crouches down and half falls eventually sitting criss cross applesauce on the floor*

whats'a matter?

[ask-the-robbers]

nothin’.

[finns-ocs-blog]

but'cha look sad

*he reaches out to poke him in the cheek*

[ask-the-robbers]

nothin’! verpiss dich!

((translation: verpiss dich = fuck off/get lost))

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he paused, confused*

what piss dick?

[ask-the-robbers]

I said fuck off!

[finns-ocs-blog]

ohhhhhhhhhh

[ask-the-robbers]

god…

[finns-ocs-blog]

's that a different language or somethin?

[ask-the-robbers]

yeah.

[finns-ocs-blog]

thats tuff, i hardly know one language

[ask-the-robbers]

hm.

[finns-ocs-blog]

man how do languages even work? like ya jus say "alright. this means this" and then everybody's gotta learn it and man there's like at least three languages

[ask-the-robbers]

there’s more than three.

[finns-ocs-blog]

really?!

dude. how'd they do that?!

[ask-the-robbers]

*he blinks*

[finns-ocs-blog]

how do they even know what means what in other languages

dude, dude, thats insane

[ask-the-robbers]

do ya not know about different countries and stuff?

[finns-ocs-blog]

there's like... a couple

[ask-the-robbers]

you’re a fuckin’ idiot.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he grinned*

aw, thanks

[ask-the-robbers]

*he sips his drink and hiccups*

not a compliment.

[finns-ocs-blog]

eh, i get told that so much its better to just pretend it is

[ask-the-robbers]

weird.

[finns-ocs-blog]

yup!

[ask-the-robbers]

okay…

[finns-ocs-blog]

y'know youre a little weird too

not talkin to nobody

[ask-the-robbers]

I ain’t weird!

[finns-ocs-blog]

better 'n bein a soc though

ew

[finns-ocs-blog]

*it’s a Saturday and Buck’s throwing one of his parties. Wesley sits in the corner, dirty and getting drunk with a couple cans next to him*

- @ask-the-robbers

*Rocky was about his normal shenanigans, drunk with a can in his hand and an unlit cig in his mouth*

hey man, y'got a light? dropped mine someplace

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley wordlessly passes him a lighter*

[finns-ocs-blog]

aw sick, i love you man

*he lit it and handed the lighter back*

you new here or sumn'? aint seen ya 'fore

[ask-the-robbers]

I ain’t usually come to these.

[finns-ocs-blog]

mmh, why ya came t'night?

*he smirked*

followin somebody?

*he looked around for whoever this kid might be here for*

[ask-the-robbers]

no. gettin’ drunk.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hey thats just as fair

my buddy Jane brought some cannabis if ya want that too, shes over there

*he pointed*

names Rocky by the way

[ask-the-robbers]

Wesley. gimme the green.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hah, i like you

*he turned over his shoulder*

yo Jane! bring summa that over here

*a disheveled looking girl with a big grin walked over*

hey Rocks, who's your buddy?

*she took a puff and handed Rocky the blunt*

his name's Wesley

*he handed it to Wes*

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley takes it and takes a couple hits*

das good.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Jane chuckled*

aint it? im fuckin everywhere right now

[ask-the-robbers]

really need it.

[finns-ocs-blog]

errybody needs sumnthin'

whatcha runnin from Wes?

[ask-the-robbers]

ain’t runnin’ from nothin’!

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they looked at him, then each other, then laughed*

errybody here's runnin, just a matter of if youre the one chasin or bein chased

aint nothin to be ashamed of, drinkin n smokin gets ya outta your head real nice

[ask-the-robbers]

I told you I’m not fuckin’ runnin’! shut up!

[finns-ocs-blog]

chill out, man, take another hit

[ask-the-robbers]

*he takes another hit*

[finns-ocs-blog]

ya calmin down now?

[ask-the-robbers]

mm.

*he takes another*

[finns-ocs-blog]

good

[ask-the-robbers]

I ain’t ever had this stuff…

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Jane took the blunt back*

then youre gonna slow it down, aint used to it so ya dont wanna hit too hard

but if ya needa throw up go to the bathroom or behind the couch

[ask-the-robbers]

‘ey! gimme that back!

[finns-ocs-blog]

listen man, im too gone to deal with you givin yourself a panic attack and Rocky's....

no, no, you can say it

Rocky's Rocky, he's stupid

yep

[ask-the-robbers]

I’ll have a panic attack if I don’t get it back!

*he tries to snatch it*

[finns-ocs-blog]

nope, not gonna happen

chill out dude

[ask-the-robbers]

I’ll fuckin’ fight ya for it if ya don’t fork it over!

[finns-ocs-blog]

listen this is my goddamn green, youre not gonna talk shit to me, back the fuck up

seriously man, sit down

[ask-the-robbers]

*he glares*

[finns-ocs-blog]

you done? or is this gonna stay a problem

[ask-the-robbers]

whatever…

[finns-ocs-blog]

good.

[ask-the-robbers]

*he grumbles and leans against the wall*

[finns-ocs-blog]

*she rolled her eyes at the drama*

*Rocky picked his playful tone back up*

so what're you here for Wes? tons 'a places to get drunk why'd ya pick this unfortunate dump

[ask-the-robbers]

free alcohol.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he laughed*

and amen to that!

[ask-the-robbers]

care the grab a fella some more?

[finns-ocs-blog]

was gonna head over myself, whatchu want? Jane?

nah, i dont like gettin crossed always makes me sick

[ask-the-robbers]

whiskey. if there’s somehow rum left grab that.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hell yeah whiskey! cowboy booze

*he headed off*

*Jane started to wander away not seeming to care much anymore*

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley leans against the wall, going back to staring at a wall*

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Rocky came back a little while later looking considerably more damp and a little lost as to why he had two cups until he saw Wes and remembered*

sorry it took so long, real good lookin chick at the bar

she dumped her drink on me though

*he shrugged*

i appreciate a clear answer even if its no

[ask-the-robbers]

don’t care. gimme. they still have rum?

[finns-ocs-blog]

whaddya think she dumped on me?

*he laughed again and gave Wes one of the cups, spilling some of it as he did but he didnt seem to notice*

[ask-the-robbers]

*he takes it and sips it, he looks different than before. he looks sadder*

[finns-ocs-blog]

awwww buddyyy

*he crouches down and half falls eventually sitting criss cross applesauce on the floor*

whats'a matter?

[ask-the-robbers]

nothin’.

[finns-ocs-blog]

but'cha look sad

*he reaches out to poke him in the cheek*

[ask-the-robbers]

nothin’! verpiss dich!

((translation: verpiss dich = fuck off/get lost))

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he paused, confused*

what piss dick?

[ask-the-robbers]

I said fuck off!

[finns-ocs-blog]

ohhhhhhhhhh

[ask-the-robbers]

god…

[finns-ocs-blog]

's that a different language or somethin?

[ask-the-robbers]

yeah.

[finns-ocs-blog]

thats tuff, i hardly know one language

[ask-the-robbers]

hm.

[finns-ocs-blog]

man how do languages even work? like ya jus say "alright. this means this" and then everybody's gotta learn it and man there's like at least three languages

[ask-the-robbers]

there’s more than three.

[finns-ocs-blog]

really?!

dude. how'd they do that?!

[ask-the-robbers]

*he blinks*

[finns-ocs-blog]

how do they even know what means what in other languages

dude, dude, thats insane

[ask-the-robbers]

do ya not know about different countries and stuff?

[finns-ocs-blog]

there's like... a couple

[ask-the-robbers]

you’re a fuckin’ idiot.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he grinned*

aw, thanks

[ask-the-robbers]

*he sips his drink and hiccups*

not a compliment.

[finns-ocs-blog]

eh, i get told that so much its better to just pretend it is

[ask-the-robbers]

weird.

[finns-ocs-blog]

yup!

[ask-the-robbers]

okay…

[finns-ocs-blog]

y'know youre a little weird too

not talkin to nobody

[finns-ocs-blog]

*it’s a Saturday and Buck’s throwing one of his parties. Wesley sits in the corner, dirty and getting drunk with a couple cans next to him*

- @ask-the-robbers

*Rocky was about his normal shenanigans, drunk with a can in his hand and an unlit cig in his mouth*

hey man, y'got a light? dropped mine someplace

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley wordlessly passes him a lighter*

[finns-ocs-blog]

aw sick, i love you man

*he lit it and handed the lighter back*

you new here or sumn'? aint seen ya 'fore

[ask-the-robbers]

I ain’t usually come to these.

[finns-ocs-blog]

mmh, why ya came t'night?

*he smirked*

followin somebody?

*he looked around for whoever this kid might be here for*

[ask-the-robbers]

no. gettin’ drunk.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hey thats just as fair

my buddy Jane brought some cannabis if ya want that too, shes over there

*he pointed*

names Rocky by the way

[ask-the-robbers]

Wesley. gimme the green.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hah, i like you

*he turned over his shoulder*

yo Jane! bring summa that over here

*a disheveled looking girl with a big grin walked over*

hey Rocks, who's your buddy?

*she took a puff and handed Rocky the blunt*

his name's Wesley

*he handed it to Wes*

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley takes it and takes a couple hits*

das good.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Jane chuckled*

aint it? im fuckin everywhere right now

[ask-the-robbers]

really need it.

[finns-ocs-blog]

errybody needs sumnthin'

whatcha runnin from Wes?

[ask-the-robbers]

ain’t runnin’ from nothin’!

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they looked at him, then each other, then laughed*

errybody here's runnin, just a matter of if youre the one chasin or bein chased

aint nothin to be ashamed of, drinkin n smokin gets ya outta your head real nice

[ask-the-robbers]

I told you I’m not fuckin’ runnin’! shut up!

[finns-ocs-blog]

chill out, man, take another hit

[ask-the-robbers]

*he takes another hit*

[finns-ocs-blog]

ya calmin down now?

[ask-the-robbers]

mm.

*he takes another*

[finns-ocs-blog]

good

[ask-the-robbers]

I ain’t ever had this stuff…

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Jane took the blunt back*

then youre gonna slow it down, aint used to it so ya dont wanna hit too hard

but if ya needa throw up go to the bathroom or behind the couch

[ask-the-robbers]

‘ey! gimme that back!

[finns-ocs-blog]

listen man, im too gone to deal with you givin yourself a panic attack and Rocky's....

no, no, you can say it

Rocky's Rocky, he's stupid

yep

[ask-the-robbers]

I’ll have a panic attack if I don’t get it back!

*he tries to snatch it*

[finns-ocs-blog]

nope, not gonna happen

chill out dude

[ask-the-robbers]

I’ll fuckin’ fight ya for it if ya don’t fork it over!

[finns-ocs-blog]

listen this is my goddamn green, youre not gonna talk shit to me, back the fuck up

seriously man, sit down

[ask-the-robbers]

*he glares*

[finns-ocs-blog]

you done? or is this gonna stay a problem

[ask-the-robbers]

whatever…

[finns-ocs-blog]

good.

[ask-the-robbers]

*he grumbles and leans against the wall*

[finns-ocs-blog]

*she rolled her eyes at the drama*

*Rocky picked his playful tone back up*

so what're you here for Wes? tons 'a places to get drunk why'd ya pick this unfortunate dump

[ask-the-robbers]

free alcohol.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he laughed*

and amen to that!

[ask-the-robbers]

care the grab a fella some more?

[finns-ocs-blog]

was gonna head over myself, whatchu want? Jane?

nah, i dont like gettin crossed always makes me sick

[ask-the-robbers]

whiskey. if there’s somehow rum left grab that.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hell yeah whiskey! cowboy booze

*he headed off*

*Jane started to wander away not seeming to care much anymore*

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley leans against the wall, going back to staring at a wall*

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Rocky came back a little while later looking considerably more damp and a little lost as to why he had two cups until he saw Wes and remembered*

sorry it took so long, real good lookin chick at the bar

she dumped her drink on me though

*he shrugged*

i appreciate a clear answer even if its no

[ask-the-robbers]

don’t care. gimme. they still have rum?

[finns-ocs-blog]

whaddya think she dumped on me?

*he laughed again and gave Wes one of the cups, spilling some of it as he did but he didnt seem to notice*

[ask-the-robbers]

*he takes it and sips it, he looks different than before. he looks sadder*

[finns-ocs-blog]

awwww buddyyy

*he crouches down and half falls eventually sitting criss cross applesauce on the floor*

whats'a matter?

[ask-the-robbers]

nothin’.

[finns-ocs-blog]

but'cha look sad

*he reaches out to poke him in the cheek*

[ask-the-robbers]

nothin’! verpiss dich!

((translation: verpiss dich = fuck off/get lost))

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he paused, confused*

what piss dick?

[ask-the-robbers]

I said fuck off!

[finns-ocs-blog]

ohhhhhhhhhh

[ask-the-robbers]

god…

[finns-ocs-blog]

's that a different language or somethin?

[ask-the-robbers]

yeah.

[finns-ocs-blog]

thats tuff, i hardly know one language

[ask-the-robbers]

hm.

[finns-ocs-blog]

man how do languages even work? like ya jus say "alright. this means this" and then everybody's gotta learn it and man there's like at least three languages

[ask-the-robbers]

there’s more than three.

[finns-ocs-blog]

really?!

dude. how'd they do that?!

[ask-the-robbers]

*he blinks*

[finns-ocs-blog]

how do they even know what means what in other languages

dude, dude, thats insane

[ask-the-robbers]

do ya not know about different countries and stuff?

[finns-ocs-blog]

there's like... a couple

[ask-the-robbers]

you’re a fuckin’ idiot.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he grinned*

aw, thanks

[ask-the-robbers]

*he sips his drink and hiccups*

not a compliment.

[finns-ocs-blog]

eh, i get told that so much its better to just pretend it is

[ask-the-robbers]

weird.

[finns-ocs-blog]

yup!

[finns-ocs-blog]

*it’s a Saturday and Buck’s throwing one of his parties. Wesley sits in the corner, dirty and getting drunk with a couple cans next to him*

- @ask-the-robbers

*Rocky was about his normal shenanigans, drunk with a can in his hand and an unlit cig in his mouth*

hey man, y'got a light? dropped mine someplace

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley wordlessly passes him a lighter*

[finns-ocs-blog]

aw sick, i love you man

*he lit it and handed the lighter back*

you new here or sumn'? aint seen ya 'fore

[ask-the-robbers]

I ain’t usually come to these.

[finns-ocs-blog]

mmh, why ya came t'night?

*he smirked*

followin somebody?

*he looked around for whoever this kid might be here for*

[ask-the-robbers]

no. gettin’ drunk.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hey thats just as fair

my buddy Jane brought some cannabis if ya want that too, shes over there

*he pointed*

names Rocky by the way

[ask-the-robbers]

Wesley. gimme the green.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hah, i like you

*he turned over his shoulder*

yo Jane! bring summa that over here

*a disheveled looking girl with a big grin walked over*

hey Rocks, who's your buddy?

*she took a puff and handed Rocky the blunt*

his name's Wesley

*he handed it to Wes*

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley takes it and takes a couple hits*

das good.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Jane chuckled*

aint it? im fuckin everywhere right now

[ask-the-robbers]

really need it.

[finns-ocs-blog]

errybody needs sumnthin'

whatcha runnin from Wes?

[ask-the-robbers]

ain’t runnin’ from nothin’!

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they looked at him, then each other, then laughed*

errybody here's runnin, just a matter of if youre the one chasin or bein chased

aint nothin to be ashamed of, drinkin n smokin gets ya outta your head real nice

[ask-the-robbers]

I told you I’m not fuckin’ runnin’! shut up!

[finns-ocs-blog]

chill out, man, take another hit

[ask-the-robbers]

*he takes another hit*

[finns-ocs-blog]

ya calmin down now?

[ask-the-robbers]

mm.

*he takes another*

[finns-ocs-blog]

good

[ask-the-robbers]

I ain’t ever had this stuff…

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Jane took the blunt back*

then youre gonna slow it down, aint used to it so ya dont wanna hit too hard

but if ya needa throw up go to the bathroom or behind the couch

[ask-the-robbers]

‘ey! gimme that back!

[finns-ocs-blog]

listen man, im too gone to deal with you givin yourself a panic attack and Rocky's....

no, no, you can say it

Rocky's Rocky, he's stupid

yep

[ask-the-robbers]

I’ll have a panic attack if I don’t get it back!

*he tries to snatch it*

[finns-ocs-blog]

nope, not gonna happen

chill out dude

[ask-the-robbers]

I’ll fuckin’ fight ya for it if ya don’t fork it over!

[finns-ocs-blog]

listen this is my goddamn green, youre not gonna talk shit to me, back the fuck up

seriously man, sit down

[ask-the-robbers]

*he glares*

[finns-ocs-blog]

you done? or is this gonna stay a problem

[ask-the-robbers]

whatever…

[finns-ocs-blog]

good.

[ask-the-robbers]

*he grumbles and leans against the wall*

[finns-ocs-blog]

*she rolled her eyes at the drama*

*Rocky picked his playful tone back up*

so what're you here for Wes? tons 'a places to get drunk why'd ya pick this unfortunate dump

[ask-the-robbers]

free alcohol.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he laughed*

and amen to that!

[ask-the-robbers]

care the grab a fella some more?

[finns-ocs-blog]

was gonna head over myself, whatchu want? Jane?

nah, i dont like gettin crossed always makes me sick

[ask-the-robbers]

whiskey. if there’s somehow rum left grab that.

[finns-ocs-blog]

hell yeah whiskey! cowboy booze

*he headed off*

*Jane started to wander away not seeming to care much anymore*

[ask-the-robbers]

*Wesley leans against the wall, going back to staring at a wall*

[finns-ocs-blog]

*Rocky came back a little while later looking considerably more damp and a little lost as to why he had two cups until he saw Wes and remembered*

sorry it took so long, real good lookin chick at the bar

she dumped her drink on me though

*he shrugged*

i appreciate a clear answer even if its no

[ask-the-robbers]

don’t care. gimme. they still have rum?

[finns-ocs-blog]

whaddya think she dumped on me?

*he laughed again and gave Wes one of the cups, spilling some of it as he did but he didnt seem to notice*

[ask-the-robbers]

*he takes it and sips it, he looks different than before. he looks sadder*

[finns-ocs-blog]

awwww buddyyy

*he crouches down and half falls eventually sitting criss cross applesauce on the floor*

whats'a matter?

[ask-the-robbers]

nothin’.

[finns-ocs-blog]

but'cha look sad

*he reaches out to poke him in the cheek*

[ask-the-robbers]

nothin’! verpiss dich!

((translation: verpiss dich = fuck off/get lost))

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he paused, confused*

what piss dick?

[ask-the-robbers]

I said fuck off!

[finns-ocs-blog]

ohhhhhhhhhh

[ask-the-robbers]

god…

[finns-ocs-blog]

's that a different language or somethin?

[ask-the-robbers]

yeah.

[finns-ocs-blog]

thats tuff, i hardly know one language

[ask-the-robbers]

hm.

[finns-ocs-blog]

man how do languages even work? like ya jus say "alright. this means this" and then everybody's gotta learn it and man there's like at least three languages

[ask-the-robbers]

there’s more than three.

[finns-ocs-blog]

really?!

dude. how'd they do that?!

[ask-the-robbers]

*he blinks*

[finns-ocs-blog]

how do they even know what means what in other languages

dude, dude, thats insane

[ask-the-robbers]

do ya not know about different countries and stuff?

[finns-ocs-blog]

there's like... a couple

[ask-the-robbers]

you’re a fuckin’ idiot.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*he grinned*

aw, thanks

[ask-the-robbers]

*he sips his drink and hiccups*

not a compliment.

[finns-ocs-blog]

eh, i get told that so much its better to just pretend it is

[finns-ocs-blog]

*A grumpy looking kid comes into Reece's bar, and stands by the counter.* Beer.

( @storiesfromtulsa)

*they bounced the bad energy right back*

id. and how 'bout a please while you're at it this aint some shitty dive

[storiesfromtulsa]

*He hands over a fake ID.* Please? The hell for?

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they looked at it for all of five seconds before putting it down on the counter*

how stupid do you think i am? we dont take fakes here, try Buck Merril's place, i here he takes shitty attitudes too

[storiesfromtulsa]

Fine, it's fake. Can't ya get me one, just this once?

[finns-ocs-blog]

oh right, cause youve been such a sweetheart besides that and ive been looking to get my license taken

[storiesfromtulsa]

What, you want me to sing ya a song? I can.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they looked at him completely deadpan*

get outta my bar

[storiesfromtulsa]

C'mon man, I'll even take a soda.

[finns-ocs-blog]

well now im just refusing service for the attitude, ask another bartender or go someplace else

*they grinned sarcastically and walked to another person that was flagging them down*

[storiesfromtulsa]

*He didn't move, except to pull his guitar from its case.*

You'd be grumpy too if ya was hungry.

( @finns-ocs-blog)

[finns-ocs-blog]

if you wanna play, go outside, we already got a band booked for tonight

[storiesfromtulsa]

It's rainin'.

[finns-ocs-blog]

not my problem, now do i gotta escort you outside or are you gonna leave on your own? im really far too fed up for bullshit from a kid who cant even make convincing fakes or control his attitude enough not to get folks suspicious from the get go

[storiesfromtulsa]

Look, man, I just wanna be some place warm, for fuck's sake. No bullshit, just cold. Ya never been cold, man?

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they walked over looking immensely fed up*

i've been cold, i grew up homeless, i've been colder than you could imagine

but you wanna know trick number fucking one of finding a spot to stay? dont walk in acting like an asshole

[storiesfromtulsa]

No, I can imagine. I'm homeless. I'm cold, hungry, an' ev'rything sucks. I was askin' for a beer, man.

[finns-ocs-blog]

yeah good for you, im not gonna give you a beer, i will go to jail

ive had it with your attitude and im not gonna just let you backpedal into the poor little kid act

theres like five different dives and diners within a ten minute walk, you are actively staying where you're making it worse for yourself

it might be raining but at this point you can barely call it rain how light it is, go someplace easier for yourself you cant actively cause a problem and then complain that you're being treated like one

[storiesfromtulsa]

I ain't meant nothin'.

Pero... I'm a shitty ass person, I know that. But, I got money, an' those five places already kicked me out, it ain't a poor kid act, I ain't a kid.

Look, man, I ain't wanna be trouble, an' I'm ... sorry? Could I get a soda, please?

[finns-ocs-blog]

ship's long sailed where youre not gonna be trouble

i dont think you understand this, you are underage, you are not supposed to be in this establishment as a minor, i understand youre having a hard time but this is a bar. and not a dive bar at that. both of us will get in legal trouble if you are caught here

[storiesfromtulsa]

... ya really think they're gonna come here?

[finns-ocs-blog]

sometimes, its not worth the risk

[storiesfromtulsa]

Dude.

[finns-ocs-blog]

some stop in for a drink when they get off work

[storiesfromtulsa]

I'll behave.

[finns-ocs-blog]

that doesnt mean a cop won't wander in here. its not a matter of behavior.

theres a bar down the street that has so genuinely never kicked anyone out and its a dive so no one gives a shit, go there

[storiesfromtulsa]

Later.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*they took a deep breath and let out an immensely fed up sigh*

kid both of us will spend the goddamn night in jail if you get caught here, you're playing with shit you dont realize and i need you to leave.

[storiesfromtulsa]

*He looked genuinely defeated.* I'm gonna go, alright? Eventually.

[finns-ocs-blog]

no, no, not eventually, now

if youre looking for a place to stay believe me when i tell you jail's a bad plan, youd be better off to try to land yourself in the hospital to have a roof for the night they at least treat you like a person before bleeding your pockets

[storiesfromtulsa]

Like I got much. I got like a dollar.

[finns-ocs-blog]

you'll lose more than that if the cops show up, you oughta scram

[storiesfromtulsa]

Don't tell me what to do, man.

[finns-ocs-blog]

oh my jesus fucking christ

do you hear any words coming out of my mouth? am i speaking? YOU WILL BE IN LEGAL TROUBLE IF YOU ARE CAUGHT HERE. DOES THAT MAKE SENSE.

[storiesfromtulsa]

It ain't the first time, man! I don't fuckin' care.

[finns-ocs-blog]

okay but y'see i care because this establishment will also face consequences

asking one more time. are you going to leave or am i going to escort you out

[storiesfromtulsa]

No quiero salir.

[finns-ocs-blog]

*to themselves coming out from behind the bar*

no, no take the weeknight shift they said, its so easy they said

alright, come on

*they took him by the arm and pulled him to the door*

[storiesfromtulsa]

I said no, you deaf or just stupid?

*He pulled his arm free, clearly about to start a fight.*

[finns-ocs-blog]

oh no i heard you, i just dont give two shits after ive put up with your bullshit with this much decorum

i dont care that you dont wanna go out, i can handle this or i can get someone who doesnt have a problem with whacking kids over the head, which do you want?