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[righthemisphere]

"C15 roadster..," he has to think about that for a second.

"That's the coupe, right? Convertible?"

[venatoris]

He sighs, wistful.

"Yeah. Long nose, sleek look, drop top. Gorgeous car."

[righthemisphere]

"I would."

Have one. Fuck one. Either/or. If it's the car he's thinking of? Absolutely.

"I could see you in that. Welcome to my office, Dean."

They get to the heap behind the barn and Raleigh sets down their beer before presenting his array of smashing implements to choose from. What will it be, the classic steel pipe? Crowbar? Baseball bat?

[venatoris]

You'd fuck a car, huh Raleigh?

"Damn, this is great." He sets the bottle he's holding down by Raleigh's, and he'll opt for the crowbar. Go with what you know, right?

[righthemisphere]

Don't pretend for a second that you wouldn't.

"Not bad, huh," he says and goes for the bat. It's his favourite.

"Age before beauty, Dean."

Accompanied with a grin and a gesture.

[venatoris]

"Please," he scoffs, laughing as he steps forward. "I got what, a year on you, tops?"

But he'll take the opportunity and heft the crowbar in his hands, stepping forward, fingers wrapped tight around metal.

[righthemisphere]

"As if, boomer. December 11th, 19~98~~," Raleigh quips back with triumph, knowing full well it doesn't count- but he's from the future baybeee~

[venatoris]

"Okay, I'm still only thirty," he says, pointing the bar at Raleigh with a laugh.

"And I'm GenX, thanks."

[righthemisphere]

"Z," he points to himself before picking up an empty bottle, tossing it into the air, and smashing it like a home run.

"You're old enough to be my dad is what I hear you saying."

Entirely kidding. Man, it feels good. Like he's high as shit but he feels good. Loose. Playful.

[venatoris]

Scoff.

"I am thirty," he says with a snort, reaching for a bottle himself to smash up.

[righthemisphere]

"I'm tHiRtY~"