I&#x27;ve got a bullet with your name on it.

Like Old Times

[Txt]: k, here it is (insert address here - some middle-class apartment building with a communal pool out back. Not that Jake ever uses that.)

He stood waiting out front, arms crossed against the drizzly chill suddenly invading this country. He had the gas money in his pocket, and for now, just grit his teeth to wait for Piers.

Once he had Jake's address, he put it into the GPS on his phone and went out to his truck. Unlocking the driver's door, he gets in and turns the ignition. He sets his phone on the dashboard, a phone charger case attached above the vents to hold it so he can watch the GPS.

Piers took his time getting there, but not entirely on purpose. He wonders what made Jake contact him in the first place--if he's that stressed out and why he was the one to go to. No answers really come to him, however, and he just chalks it up to their past history of some-what coming to terms with each other.

When he finally arrives, he stops in front of the building. He holds down the button in the middle console to roll down the passenger window.

"Get in."

Like Old Times

[Txt]: sorry… just figured you wouldn’t wanna go into this blind. lol I realy appreciate you helping me out. i don’t really want to kill my boss.

[Txt]: Uh-huh. I'm sure. Just send me your location. also you're paying for gas to pick you up.

Like Old Times

[txt]: camping. Somewhere I can burn shit and yell and break things without cops being called.

[txt]: no seriously, this is not a joke, i’m losing my fucking mind here.

[txt]: I need to get piss drunk and fall asleep and wake up somewhere lost.

#thatweskerkid #;omg Jake #;just drink yourself into your grave

[Txt]: damn man. you're crazier than I thought.

[Txt]: I take that back, I figured you had a few nuts loose but still.

[Txt]: but okay so... uh. I guess I got time for that. I'm on call but we can go drinking.

Like Old Times

[Txt]: never mind then. fuck.

#;pffftaha #thatweskerkid

[Txt]: calm your ass down. ok. if I pick you up, what do you wanna do?

Like Old Times

[Txt]: Get me the heck outa dodge i’m about ready to strangle my boss with asmile on my face

#thatweskerkid #;he's stubborn

[Txt]: Surprised you haven't already. Why should I? I don't have anything for you to do here.

Like Old Times

[Txt]: big bad merc isn’t adjusting well to civilian life.

[Txt]: that's laughable. What do you want me to do about it?

Like Old Times

[txt]: no. not really. can’t sleep.. bad dreams. always edgy.

[Txt]: Now you know how I feel half the time. what happened to big bad merc huh?

Like Old Times

[Txt]: tell me about it, i’ve watched about as many shows as I could on netflix, i’m getting fat. save me.

#;or whatever you want to call it #thatweskerkid

[Txt]: Did not want that mental image. I take it you're enjoying your life of luxury?

Like Old Times

It’d been ages since he had thought about Piers; he caught himself thinking about him when he bought a Redbull one afternoon, needing an extra oomph. Bastard loved these things.

He pulled up his phone, texting him.

To: Puppy

[Text via sms]: Hey pup. You still alive?

#thatweskerkid #;hey babe good to see you again

Feeling his phone vibrate in one of his jacket pockets was something that caught him off-guard. He pulls the cell out and taps in the security code before staring down at the name which flashes on the screen.

Labdog:

Hey pup. You still alive?

[Txt]: Define alive. I'm dying of boredom.

"..." Boots are propped up upon a desk, a pen getting knocked off the side with the motion. He leans back in the chair he's sitting in, arms coming up to hold the back of his neck while he chilled.

Earbuds are placed in his ears so that he's drowning out any other noise, despite it being fairly quiet in the first place. Easy to hear the somewhat-blaring music that he's listening to.

#;Open

names-not-pears ⇢ provxrus

#It stands for Provirus #I just wanted something more simple #outofshots

"Haven't seen any suspicious, rich-blooded, stick-up-his-ass guys around here?"

"Anyone? No-one?"

"How sad." A playful hum, tapping his boot on the floor.

#we're looking at you Jake #thatweskerkid

>>I know it has been like a year since I've been active on this blog, but I may as well fix up the theme some more since I'm more adept at that now. I may or may not sort through old posts and then fix up some links and make some new tags.

>>If I come back I'll do an entire revamp of the blog. May even change the url.

#ooc

"Ha." He smiled, though - so he was at least glad to see Piers on some level or another. He planted his hands on his hips and cocked his head. "You keep disappearing on me, I gotta keep comin' up with creative ways to say hello whenever you come back."

"Hey, don't blame me. I just happen to be busy a lot." He huffed and couldn't keep the scowl on his face for too long before rolling his eyes and dropping into a more relaxed, casual stance. "It's not like we hang out all the time anyways." Well, technically... They used to talk quite a bit until recently. What exactly had happened for that?