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I am smiling a little maybe.
black_hawke wrote in smash_logs
Who: YOU
When: Midnight, January 1st, 2012
Where: The main quad
Warnings: partying like it's 1999

The night was surprisingly quiet for the dawn of a new year. Quiet, of course, until the school's clocktower struck midnight.

While more unsavory activities were happening elsewhere, the sky above Final Destination erupted in a flurry of color and sound.

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Should auld acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind...

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Jeff had booze. Jeff, where did you get booze? With his booze he also had secrets. Anyway, it was just a case of beer, and drinking was very slow-going because he didn't like the taste that much, but drinking alone on the roof of the dorm seemed like a great way to end a new year. Not that he was angsting or anything. It was actually pretty calm and gave him time to do up blueprints in his head.

Then when the fireworks started it made for a nice view.

It was probably best not to question what Falcon was doing on the roof of the dorms at midnight on New Year's, but there he was, carrying a six pack and looking especially broody.

Which, really, when you thought about it, wasn't terribly different from how he usually showed up to places.

What was different, however, was the nonchalance with which he seated himself next to Jeff and produced a bottle opener.


Jeff was definitely questioning what Falcon was doing on the school roof instead of with Samus or something. But that was not nearly as alarming as the fact that Falcon was here to witness Jeff's crazy underage drinking adventures and those situations never ended well. Even if Jeff wasn't drunk, nor was he aiming to be. But Falcon didn't know that. He didn't seem to care either.


Jeff just stared for a while.

Trap? Whaaaaat. Why on earth would this be a trap? It totally wasn't, not by any stretch of the imagination Jeff you were just being silly.

Falcon nonchalantly flicked the bottlecap off his alcoholic beverage of choice with the opener, taking a long sip as he watched the tiny metal disk land on the ground below.



Nothing at all. And it was going to be so easy to keep up that illusion and play along and not bring things directly into the open--

"Just. I figured you were going to give me some kind of lecture for drinking anything."

Or that.

"I think we've fought enough about that," he half-sighed, taking a lengthy sip from his own bottle. There were other, more important things to fight about, maybe. Or maybe Falcon was just kind of tired of fighting.

"You're how old, now, anyway?"

"Seventeen." Still underage, though. "...Eighteen in February. Jeez."

Nearly an adult, with adult responsibilities and... whatever else came with that. Soon he'd stop growing and start aging. How long until he looked like his dad? Ugh. And given the clone thing he would be an exact replica...

He ran a hand through his hair, making a mental note to invent a cure for baldness before that happened. "Once upon a time I didn't even think I was going to make it to thirteen. I did, obviously. It's just weird... Thinking about it now."

Weirder talking about it.

"Old enough."

Truth be told, it was unsettling to know that Jeff was rapidly approaching his twenties, especially because the student had been so young when they'd first met. At the same time, it was difficult for Falcon to rationalize that Jeff was simply getting older, and couldn't be treated like the fourteen-year-old he once knew.

He considered the student's words for a moment, taking another sip. "That sounds familiar."

"What, you? I know you lead a wild life, but there's no way you had crazy clones and whatever else trying to kill you when you were twelve."

So he hoped, anyway.

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