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I WILL 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐖 YOU β€”β€”-
Joined March 2013
α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α…  πŸ§·β‹†.˚ what good is 𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐒𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 to me ... α… α… α… α… α…  if i have to wield it 𝘀𝘒𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 .ᐣ α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… 
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β€œUm yeah, actually. A few dives and punk bars here and there. In a few weeks, my band and I β€”- we’re even gonna tour.” He grins, taking another drag and shrugging. β€œYou’d probably be one of the least creepy lookin’ guys there.”
A grin around his cigarette, nodding. β€œYou β€” uh. Concert sometime? I will come. Maybe bring friend or two so I not creepy guy in corner at show alone.” He spends so much of his life with his AirPods in β€” music is one of those things. It’s important.
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He shies a little at the intensity of the gaze, pale lashes fluttering. β€œUm, I’m in a band, man. Just some underground rock shit right now ... but.” He shrugs, feeling slightly ridiculous talking about it to a guy like this.
β€œYet?” Eyebrow raised, looking at him more intently now. Much more interesting than talking about himself. β€œGo on, then. What is big thing you going to be famous for?”
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He shakes his head, deep laughter bubbling up as he grins. A drag is taken, exhaled from the corner of his lips. β€œI’m not famous yet, but you’re pretty famous.”
Exhaling out his nose, staring up at the sky. β€œOh? Then I am asshole, because I not knowing you.”
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Taking it, digging out a zippo from his pocket to light up. β€œThanks man. Hey β€”- fuck. I know you.”
β€œSure.” Tapping a cigarette out for the man.
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an independent / semi-canon portrayal of JACK MERCER, from 𝗙𝗒𝗨π—₯ 𝗕π—₯π—’π—§π—›π—˜π—₯𝗦 (2005). mv. fandom / timeline flexible. (closeted) bisexual. ships with chemistry. selective. 21+. written by #sailor βš“ psd is deathkissed by sladestrokes πŸͺ½
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EXPLICIT CONTENT WARNING * ( ⚠️ ) triggering topics will be present, including but not limited to: sexual themes / situations, death, grief, substance / general abuse, violence, gore, horror, trauma, mental health, and language. MDNI. s / nsfw. selective. DM to plot.
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α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α…  πŸ§·β‹†.˚ what good is 𝐑𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐒𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 to me ... α… α… α… α… α…  if i have to wield it 𝘀𝘒𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 .ᐣ α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… α… 
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"Henry it is. I miss my mom, too." There's a little twinkle in his eye as he tosses back the shot. It burns good, like the memory. "Nice to meet you."
Hank picks up his shot with the practiced ease that years of alcoholism brings to anyone, clinking Jack’s glass. β€œHank. My mom calls me Henry, though. So…maybe Henry?” A grin, head tipping back as he downs the shot. It burns, the sort of pain that washes away anything else.
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That makes a smirk tug at his lips, brows raising as he glances over at a cougar that's been eye-fucking the bartender for an hour. "Somethin' gives me the impression you'd be safe." He waits for the liquor to meet the glass before ringed fingers encircle one. +
β€œTequila makes my clothes fall off, and I kinda like having a job.” A grin, quick fingers pulling a bottle of vodka out, laying shot glasses for them. β€œSo, you got a name, rockstar?”
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