atlanticcityreject.bsky.social
Ex-Showman, general fuck-up.
1,409 posts
172 followers
155 following
Regular Contributor
Active Commenter
comment in response to
post
Oh. She’s hugging him. Tightly.
She was strong enough that for a moment, he was worried he would snap in half.
“Probably not hard enough but I appreciate you. I’ll post the ad tomorrow, okay?” He didn’t have the energy or the emotions left to write something up.
comment in response to
post
i miss percy :(
comment in response to
post
“Then fuckin’ rot, you psycho.”
He’d take his ledger,l and pen before flipping Variable the bird and leaving.
comment in response to
post
“No, no. That ain’t how this works. You tried to kill me. Tried to kill my friend.
You want my help, you better start offering some good hard proof. Otherwise, my face is the last visitor you’ll get.”
comment in response to
post
“…The robot wouldn’t do that.” Or would it? A robot like that was great to have but if it turned against you? If it betrayed you?
“I’m gonna need proof before I believe a goddamn word you put down.”
comment in response to
post
“Yeah, I read it. I don’t think they’re corrupt… just stupid. So, what do you mean by compromised?” He’s waiting impatiently, foot actually tapping.
comment in response to
post
He read it over, taking a few minutes to figure out the meaning. “You realize we chose our mayor, right? Well, not this one but she’s an interim mayor… whatever the fuck that means.”
comment in response to
post
Realizing what’s happening, he groans and tosses the man his ledger. Lots of pages in the back.
“Leadership? Like… the mayor? Who hired you?”
comment in response to
post
“You took down the big robot. What were you planning to do to us?” It was a simple question, one that had been nagging him since Huey had hauled the figure away.
comment in response to
post
He’d leave, returning later with the container filled with some pre-war Salisbury Steak stuffed inside.
As soon as Oliver entered, the cylinder was tossedtowards the masked figure, distain on the lanky man’s face. “Now. Answer the questions.”
comment in response to
post
@ascarletlance.bsky.social Clarisa saved my ass today. Fucking masked freak showed up again, probably was going to kill me. Her and Huey took them out but then Clarissa yelled at me. She thinks I can be better. She might just be delusional
But I didn’t get thrown with her mind so I guess it’s a win
comment in response to
post
@iconoffear.bsky.social I’m so fucking bad with kids. Clarice means a lot to Percy but i can’t take care of kids. If they hurt themselves, what am I supposed to do? I don’t have bandages and if they cry, god it’s annoying. Am I an asshole for not liking kids? Maybe but Percy likes her so I gotta try
comment in response to
post
@nucleartempest.bsky.social
Fuck this new mayor. At least the other one was in a coma most of the time or dealing with her crazy ex-lover or whoever sunshine was to her. Lorelai won’t get out of my fuckin ass.
Whoever the next mayor is, I’m getting them on my fucking payroll day 1
comment in response to
post
The note was correct.
“Fine. What kind of food? Liquid or something?”
comment in response to
post
That… was not what he expected.
He took the cylinder, turning it over in his hands. “You were gonna kill me and now you’re making demands? How about I take this thing and throw it into a dumpster?”
comment in response to
post
He could feel his heart pounding in his chest but Oliver, despite his better judgement, slipped them the paper and pen.
comment in response to
post
This was a bad fucking idea.
Cautiously, he reached into his pocket and took out a pen. Then, after some digging in the trash, found a scrap piece of paper.
“You try anything, I’ll shoot you. Got it?”
comment in response to
post
“Why do you keep coming to me? What did you want with this place?”
He finally stepped in, arms crossed. “Who sent you?”
comment in response to
post
He’d peek in, eyes narrowed into a glare.
Who was this person? Why had they come to him? What had they wanted?
The questions spiraled in his mind.
comment in response to
post
+ a stray tear.
“Yeah, yeah. I will.
Thanks, Eddie… for being a friend.”
comment in response to
post
He returns the smile, trying to ignore the little voices in his mind, the ones that told him everyone was against him, that he was alone.
They had been right most of his life. But maybe, even if it was just for today, they were wrong.
He pulled his hand away after a moment, nodding and wiping +
comment in response to
post
He took the hand and could feel him starting to break, no longer able to hide his thoughts. God, he felt like a bitch.
“I get it…
So, is this your notice?” He didn’t blame her. It seemed like he was going to have to start the casino staff from scratch… rightfully so. He’d do better this time.
comment in response to
post
“Those are for you.” He could be nice. See? “Just don’t tell Percy I let you have a bunch of junk food, okay?”
He gave her an impish smile and a finger to his lips. He could pretend to be okay for the kid’s sake.
comment in response to
post
Shit. “Wait, before you go—.” He could make her feel better, his mind racing. “Could you do me a favor?
Take these caps and run to the bakery and get some snacks? I’ll trust you to get whatever is good, yeah?”
comment in response to
post
“Kid, listen. I don’t fuc—.” No, don’t yell at the kid.
“I don’t know. I want to. But he needs to come back first.”
comment in response to
post
All except Percy… and Oliver had destroyed any chances of that working out. “What I’m saying is… I’m gonna try to be better. Okay? So, uh, just don’t give up on me yet.” With an inhale, to calm his nerves and hold back a tidal wave of emotion, he forced himself to meet her eye. “Please?”
comment in response to
post
+ down to his side, ignoring the craving that built up pressure at a terrifying rate. “Listen, I’m sorry. I’ve been a shit friend… and probably a shit boss. To be honest, I don’t know where that line is with you or Clary.
Ain’t nobody else even puts up with me enough to consider them a friend.” +
comment in response to
post
+ speak her mind, let her lead?
Oliver’s hand instinctively reached for his coat pocket, the tremors coming on as his nerves skyrocketed past what he considered acceptable levels. He didn’t need Jet, it just made him be able to function. God, he wished she hadn’t said that.
He forced his hand +
comment in response to
post
“No, you’re—. Feels like everybody has something they needed to say and I wasn’t listening.”
He closed his eyes for a second, trying to sort the thoughts pounding through his brain. Did he want to steer the conversation, keep it on the things that were the lesser of the evils? Or did he let Eddie +
comment in response to
post
+ Maybe a quick diversion wouldn’t hurt.
comment in response to
post
“Yeah, we’re definitely the best at this.” God, this was awkward. The jet inhaler in his pocket seemed to sit heavier as she spoke but Oliver made no moves to show it. Eddie was smart. She’d be able to guess he had it on him.
“Trevor do chems?” The topic was getting a little too close to home. +
comment in response to
post
Just go. She had wanted to leave. He shouldn’t be surprised but it felt like a punch in his gut. Confirmation that he had been ruining everything.
“Yeah, and I, uh, I’m not the greatest listener so even if you told me what you were thinking…”