6 pack haver.

"People are wising up to your plans."

Dewey and Louie are dead. Tragic accident. Something about an exploding car and barbeque.

Huey Lewis, helicopter pilot. Former merc.

I'm up for it.

I'd like to think it wasn't. Thanks, big guy.

When I meet someone I might be interested in, they tend to vanish.

Maybe I am cursed.

“𝐌𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐛 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐌𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩: 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞.”

Fish girl, alright, not the weirdest I've seen.

"That guy looks like a Cthulhu motif."

"I think one fling with you was enough."

"Maybe I'll get bored and pick up another demon girlfriend..."

At a bar in the middle of nowhere, but it seems like the news channels are full of apocalyptic things happening everywhere else.

It is. It's a lot, but, I can take it. What about you?

Military, Apache pilot, turned merc, turned hospital. Lifeline helicopter pilot now. Pays well even if the hours are awful. Nice jacket.

It was my job for a while. Happy to help out with a pack every so often.

Smoking a cigar.

[he offered a pack of Camel cigarettes] got a spare.

Cigarettes or cigars?

You need a smoke?

Can't decide if this is worse or better than Haven Lake...

|| huey is a hunk cuz he's too smart to be a himbo

Hope it's a good one. That sounds delicious.

────────────────⋆⋅❌⋅⋆──── 𝕋𝐡𝐞 𝕀𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞... ══════════⊹⊱✖️⊰⊹═════════ 匚𝕪𝕔𝕝𝕠𝕡𝕤 ───⋆⋅❌⋅⋆───────────────── 𝕋𝕠 𝕞𝕖, 𝕞𝕪 𝕏-𝕄𝕖𝕟...

Good thing I'm not a real actor. I definitely wouldn't have kept a straight face hearing that on stage without some practice.

He walked with Misha to the bar, then sat down on a stool. “How are things in Misha land?”

Why do we do the height thing?

Build-a-bride? Alright.

“What kind of loser invites someone to go drinking and then doesn't pay?” he scoffed, then put a hand on Misha's shoulder. “Let's go get drunk.”

What news but the old news, ser?

"Just wondering if you wanted a drink sometime."

"The 'armed mercenary' part is a little outdated. I'm just trying to pay rent without shooting anyone now."

@trialed.bsky.social "You still around?"

──*ੈ⏱‧₊˚༺💮༻*ੈ⏱‧₊˚── 💮丂𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐧 丂𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞💮 ˗ˏˋ ꒰⏱꒱ ˎˊ˗ ⏱𝔽𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐫⏱ 💮丂𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐫 丂𝐮𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞💮 ──*ੈ⏱‧₊˚༺💮༻*ੈ⏱‧₊˚── ♡ + ↻

𝘌𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯, 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭, 𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 ℳℴ𝓉𝒾𝓋ℯ 𝓉𝒽𝓇ℴ𝓊ℊ𝒽 ℯ𝓂ℴ𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃, 𝒹𝒶𝓂𝒶ℊℯ𝒹 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓌ℯ'𝓇ℯ ℊℴ𝓁𝒹ℯ𝓃

"𝑰𝒇 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒐𝒘—𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍?"

“𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐩𝐚𝐥. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝟏𝟎𝟏. 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐲 𝐉𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬.” Casey Jones. Battering Vigilante Sportsman. Outlaw Hero. Well Known Crazy. ♡ + ↻

"Buildings and property aren't anything beside people in importance. I don't know who we lost in the saloon, but there was at least one person in there. Might've been Jed. He was a bartender there sometimes."

I'm just a pilot and veteran.

I am pretty charming.

So do a lot of things...

Someone's shouting as they enter town. He's about to investigate.

"I'll let it rest, then."

He raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression neutral. "Okay..."

He noted the shiver. "Not the fondest memories of the old man?"