My Gear, lend me a pencil?✔️

Pens and probablys

- Baird here. I swear Delta is just basically nothing but morons. IM SURROUNDED BY MORONS. Goddamn MORONS. "Yo Baird, we need your help, Baird we broke another vehicle, Baird fix the fucking microwave!" me this, me that. If it weren't for me, they'd all be dead. Fuckin assholes. Always acting like dumb shits that can't hold there own without me. Always one bullet away from getting themselves killed. 

So kind of like Kilo I guess. God damn.

Before the year is out I'm gonna go see if Paduk and Sophia are ok. I'd like to think we all were friends at one point. If it wasn't for those assholes I wouldn't be alive today. God damn Loomis. Old man did have a nice ass though...

I don't know why Marcus has to be the 'balls to the walls daredevil asshole'. It's unnecessary and stupid as all hell. But it works I guess. I have no idea in hell how he ended up nailing Anya either, but it happened and I'm still scratching my head over it. I guess she likes the crazy 'bout to get themselves fucking killed' types.

I don't want to go to that stupid bar. All the people that usually go to that place are assholes and dumb fucks. Cum wipes. Dirty shits. -

A huge hand yanked the pencil away from Baird and flipped the journal closed. The blonde blinked in disbelief- he hated loosing his place in a book, especially his GODDAMN journal.

This happens much too often.

"Baird, c'mon, stop writing in yo damn diary and let's get to that bar! I heard somebody gonna hook up the karaoke machine baby! WOO!" Cole whooped excitedly, his tall and muscular black frame easily dwarfing Baird's own body. The blonde rolled his eyes at the hyper ThrashBall player, snatching back the old pencil.

- Got to go. Mommy's calling. Baird out.-

"Baird if you don't get in we're leaving without you." Dom joked, lightly slapping Baird on the shoulder as he jogged to the rover.

Baird sighed dramatically, slipping his journal into his pack as he dragged himself towards the mini tank-like land rover. (Or- as it's lovingly referred to by soldiers of the Coalition- the Rust Bucket.) Baird hoisted himself into the rover, nearly loosing his shit as he saw Marcus get into the driver's seat.

"Oh no," He objected, "oh HELL no! Why is HE driving!? Doesn't anyone remember what the hell happened last time? The complete hell that I WENT THROUGH last time!?"

"Baird baby, you keep acting like a fruit he gon' stick you in a juicer." Cole laughed as he settled in. Dom laughed along with the ThrashBall star, while Baird was just confused. 'What does that even mean!? No, what the hell does that even mean!?'

"Yeah man. Guess nobody gives two shits about what you went through." Dom mocked.

"I know I sure as hell don't." Marcus said as he turned around in his seat. "Now stop whining, buckle up and let's get fucking going." He turned back around and began hotwiring the Rover.

Baird barely resisted the urge to pull his hair out. He plopped himself down opposite Cole with a huff. Cole chuckled as Baird crossed his arms.

"Ey baby, it ain't gonna be THAT bad." He cooed, "Remember how much fun you had last time?"

"Oh yeah," Baird hissed, "having three drunk men hitting on me at the same time like I'ma slut or gay or something. Yeah, reeeal fun."

"Be honest Baird, you thought the redhead was hot, I saw you looking at him." Dom joked, earning a hearty laugh from Cole.

Baird winced as the engine roared to life, the rover jittering in response. 'It's like this thing is always two shits away from falling apart.' Baird thought as they began heading out.