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?"

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[badassprodigy]

Barry smirked. “I’ve given Jeremy enough super vitamins that he’ll live to 120.”

Jeremy blinked. “You did what now?”

“Don’t give me that fucking look. How do you think you can eat so many fucking Oreos and not look like Jabba the Hutt?”

Roxie rolled her eyes as the boys began to bicker like an old couple. “Any time you want to hang out? Just have Barry send a portal over to my world,” Roxie told her. “I need some girlfriends who know how fucked up the world really is.”

[spin_kick_snap]

"I live in a reality infested by demons," Kathy said wryly. "And, worse, this one has Donald Trump."