A Warehouse Called George - Saturday Night after the Party.

[badassprodigy]

Barry had gone to a party. In a toga that had... stuff on it. And he had two alcoholic drinks.

That was the most human contact he had in years. Unless you counted the Ramaat and the Tolan.

Barry did not count the Ramaat or the Tolan.

He made it back to the warehouse still feeling the effects of the gimlets. Slumping back in front of his consoles he let out a sigh of relief. There. Social interaction. Total win.

But still... there was someone he wanted to talk to. Punching up the communication array he called home. Not his parents but-

"Hey Jeremy."

The face on the other end of the line was at first surprised and then elated.

"DUDE! YOU'RE FUCKING BACK FROM RAMMATATAN?"

"Ramaat," Barry said with a smile. "How've you been, buddy?"

They spent the next hour catching up and giving each other shit and Barry laughed more than he had in a year.

"I can't believe you and Elsa broke it off!"

Barry smiled and shook his head. "Not every couple from high school can fucking make it after graduation."

"Not unless you're like Roxie and me. That girl can't get enough if you want to know what I mean."

Barry chuckled. "I do."

"I'm talking about my schlong."

Barry groaned. "I already said I knew what you were fucking talking about!"

"You know me man. If I can't talk a full hour without talking about-"

"Your fucking schlong. Yes. I fucking get it."

Jeremy laughed. "It's good to have you back, man. You coming home soon?"

"I will in a bit. I just have to get re-established here then I'll be home."

Barry paused and smiled at his friend. "I've missed you man. You're the best friend I ever had since we were kids and I never gave you enough credit for that. I put you through so much shit and you still stuck by me and always pushed me to do the right thing."

Jeremy sat there looking back at his friend as though Barry had grown a second head. "You feeling alright dude? If I didn't know any better I'd swear you were drunk."

"Well I did have two drinks tonight. But I have a feeling the island is fucking with me and forcing me to tell the truth that I don't usually tell."

"... That's fucked up man."

"I know. I think I'll hang up before I say anything else embarrassing."

"You mean like how much you want my schlong?"

"Goodbye Jeremy."

"You better call Roxie. She'll kick your ass if you don't."

"Tomorrow. After this shit is done with. See 'ya bud."

Barry hung up feeling... at ease. Ignoring the horrible homemade toga, Barry did what he usually did this late at night.

He went to work. There were prototypes to build. Theories to pursue. New technology to create.

Hopefully tomorrow he'd get his underwear back.

[Establishy]