A warehouse called George - Friday Evening

[badassprodigy]

After the welcome picnic, Barry had helped Roxie and Jeremy gather their things and haul them back to the warehouse.

Which had been redecorated in his absence.

"What. The. Ever. Loving. Fuck?"

Comments

[somethingwithturquoise]

At some point, Barry was definitely getting a text incoming from Summer.

please tell me the portal guns are still blowing up things that go through them

Summer. Summer, no.

[badassprodigy]

Nope. Sorry. Now it’s just turning things that’s going through it fucking green. Everything okay? I figured you can handle bucket head or whoever he is.

[somethingwithturquoise]

"Dammit!"

That would have been, like, soooo cathartic right now.

it's fine! Just complicated! and im sorry to mess up meeting your friends :( they're really great

[badassprodigy]

They’ve seen and dealt with stranger shit. They know how it is. And it wouldn’t be parents weekend if some dumb fuck didn’t show up to ruin it all. We can hang out with them another time. Plus they already think you’re awesome.