The Not-so-abandoned Warehouse: Monday

[badassprodigy]

Barry was feeling pretty relaxed today.

Which of course meant he was doing three things at once. The first two seemed to involve headgear while the third was the continued work on the gremlin trap.

And in the middle of it all he called out to his cell phone and called an old friend from home.

"Call Jeremy," he said over his shoulder as he continued to tighten down a couple of the cage bars.

A few seconds later the call was connected and the friendly face of Jeremy Ramirez appeared. "Dude? What the fuck? I was about to get level up on meta for Assassin's Creed!"

"Well excuse the fuck out of me," Barry replied in greeting. "I just thought maybe I'd see how my best friend is doing but if you're going to be that way then fuck off."

"Whatever dude. And thanks for getting me in deep shit with Roxie."

"Roxie?" Barry said looking up from his work. "What the fuck did I do with her?"

"Ass rocket."

"You did that to yourself, asshole," Barry shot back. "Don't blame me for the powder burns on your ass."

"Yeah, well we're good now but no thanks to you," Jeremy muttered. "Only I'm not allowed near fireworks anymore."

"It's for your own fucking good," Barry said rolling his eyes. "How are things back home?"

"Good," Jeremy said. "Just spending the summer playing video games and working shifts at Subway. I see Roxie and Sara about every day. And fucking Nelson."

"Hmm," Barry said suddenly returning to his work. "So they're still seeing each other."

"Yeah and he's a total fucking tool," Jeremy groaned. "No fucking sense of humor whatsoever."

"Well it is what it is," Barry said with a shrug. "If Sara can't see that then it's her own problem."

Jeremy gave his friend a long look over the monitor. "All right dude. Spill it."

"Spill what?" Barry said looking over his shoulder.

"You usually have about twenty different things to say about Nelson and none of them good and usually with a good amount of swear words. What the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Nothing," Barry said. "Why the fuck should I care who Sara is dating?"

"You always care who Sara is dating," Jeremy countered. "You gave the last guy leprosy for fucks sake."

"Hey I fucking cured him!" Barry shouted defensively.

"After I fucking lectured you for a fucking day," Jeremy shot back. "What gives? You've been obsessed with Sara since fucking middle school."

"Whatever," Barry growled. "I've just fucking moved on, okay?"

"Oh, yeah? With who?" Jeremy said now with a leering grin.

"With no one, fuck off!"

"Is it one of the girls you've been telling me about?"

"We're all just friends," Barry said firmly.

"Yeah, like you and Sara were just friends," Jeremy shot back sarcastically. "Did you give another class food poisoning just so you could hang out with any of them?"

"Fuck you! I was eleven when I did that," Barry snarled back. "And as a matter fact we all had a party the other night which included a sleepover. We all had a good time. I didn't poison anyone and I'm not dating anyone so fuck you and fuck off and leave me the fuck alone."

"Oh, yeah!" Jeremy said sticking out his tongue and throwing up his fists of rock. "That's my man! Having a fucking orgy at private school!"

"Oh shut the fuck up," Barry said. "I don't know why I'm fucking talking to you."

"Because I'm your best friend and you love me for calling you on your bullshit," Jeremy said with a smirk. "Hey! You're coming home for my birthday party right? Whole fucking school is going to be there."

"Yeah, sure, I'll make it," Barry muttered.

"Good!" Jeremy grinned. "I'm getting fireworks."

Barry groaned. "You are one dumb motherfucker, you know that?"

"Love you too, bitch," Jeremy replied with the same grin and hung up before Barry could shoot back another insult.

"That idiot is going to fucking blow himself up," Barry grumbled to himself and returned his full attention to his experiments.

[OOC: That got longer than I intended. Open doors and open post.]