Summer 26, Year 10
8:50 p.m.
Wearing: White t-shirt, blue jeans, black sneakers
Mood: Excited, slightly on the pyromaniac side
“Alright! All set! We're good, we're awesome, we're rocking!”
Grinning from ear to ear, Bucky takes a couple of steps back to look at the elaborate array of fireworks currently sprawled about the mountaintop. It had taken a lot of effort, careful planning, and meticulous measurements...bah, who is he kidding? Once him and Charlie stopped their good natured bickering, things went along fairly easily for the duo. To their credit, not once did they even get into a roman candle fight. Of course, it probably helped that they didn't have roman candles to begin with, but if they were up there, rest assured the two were mature enough to not attempt to light each other ablaze. Maybe.
“Dude...we're awesome.” Charlie finally offers up with a smirk, clearly enjoying his handiwork. “Here we are, two alpha males, both of us handsome devils that just so happen to be snazzy dressers to boot, and yet we can still put the screws to this mountaintop to make sure it conjures up the best damn storm of fire and spark that this island will ever see...and with that being said, I think I'm going to go double check some of the stuff off yonder, Casanova.”
Tilting his head in confusion at Charlie's comments, the black haired man scratches his head in puzzlement. Yes, he's expecting company tonight, but why does Charlie keep bringing it up? Come to think of it, why in the blue hell is the blonde up here solo himself? From the man's understanding, Charlie's single issue seemingly was well on it's way to being solved...
”Hey, Bucky! Bucky Kavaledge!”Well, that might have something to do with it. Pivoting around on his feet, Bucky finds himself looking at a young woman. A rather cute thing, actually. Shorter than him, but more often than not, Bucky finds himself looking down on females. Literally, thanks to his tall and bulky frame. Considering the fact that her face doesn't exactly ring a bell, Bucky can only come to the conclusion that this would be his mystery companion for the evening. Either that, or he's really, REALLY forgetful and this is a person he's known for years...yeah, hopefully the mystery date, otherwise things might get a wee bit awkward.
”Hi there, I'm Rack Stato! You know, your date for this evening.”Oh, good deal. No need to feel awkward about forgetting names. And with a name like Rack Stato, Bucky figures that he shouldn't be having any issues forgetting the gal's name tonight. Smile on his face, the carpenter takes a quick glance over to the side to make sure that his set up picnic hasn't decided to do anything rash like, say, fly off the mountaintop or anything along those lines. There is such a thing as dining and dashing, but Bucky is pretty sure it doesn't really equate to chasing food down a rocky path in hopes of catching some of it to eat.
“Well Rack, it is nice to meet you!” Bucky replies with a grin as he closes the distance between the two, locking her in a light hug for a moment. Granted, they've known each other for the whopping span of three minutes, but it is a date, after all. A handshake introduction for a date just seems...well, lame in the man's mind. Plus, even with him keeping his distance, Bucky is fairly certain that his cousin would bust a gut watching him shake his date's hand like it was some kind of business meeting. Could always go for the kiss on the hand, but that might be coming on a little too strong.
“Well, I'd introduce myself, but that seems like it would be kind of redundant, no?” Bucky offers up with a chuckle. “Hopefully you're hungry, because I got a nice little picnic set up over downwind. And after we chow down...well, you like blowing things up? ...Eh, that sounded a little on the insane side. Um, I mean, how would you like to help us wow Obsidian with the fireworks display?”
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