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The time now, starting a fresh-ish beginning with my co-leader of the Deadlock gang, Ashe. She's the "book" smart for the most part, and I'm the "street" smart I'd say. She makes the plans, I help out with them. It's always teamwork on our end. And B.o.B just makes it all easier for us! Having an omnic butler was definitely a good thing to have. He has all the brawn that Ashe 'n I are missin', and if we didn't have him, we'd definitely be in some deep trouble. Luckily for us, we also have our whole gang, and besides B.o.B making it easier, they make it that way too, so praise the lord for them. We're all a really good team, which is why nobody has been caught yet, and that is GREAT.But with all of this good, there's still a bit of bad. It's not exactly bad-bad, y'know? But it's extremely distracting .. for me. I really fancy Ashe, she's real strong and fierce, yet she also has a sweet and caring side. It's really nice to see, especially after a real rough mission. The whole gang likes that side of her, mostly me, but we all appreciate it. It's definitely a change from when we're on a mission and everyone's yelling at one another to make sure we're all prepared and there. Maybe if I acted like that during missions, and then back home, I brought out this soft side, Ashe would appreciate it as much as I appreciate hers.
Well... maybe that doesn't sound like much of a bad idea, maybe that plan could work. I'd really have to think about how I would work out the plan though, especially if the sweetness is all sudden and out of the ordinary. Or maybe, just maybe she and the gang would think it's the start of something great ... maybe even amazing.
Unfortunately speaking though, she probably sees me just as a friend, or even just another gang member. Which sucks, but understandable, especially in this situation. You wouldn't want to get too attached to someone, knowing that they could get taken away at any moment. Or maybe I'm just overthinking it and she does somehow like me the way I like her aswell. Surely though, she doesn't and I'm just going crazy.
I have an idea though ... what if I asked some of the gang for advice with Ashe. Or would they tell on me to her..? Now that that's in my head, maybe I should play it safe and not ask for advice.. especially with these knuckleheads, they probably wouldn't even give me real good advice, the type I need with her. But I guess you'd never know until you ask.. I'm gonna wait first though because maybe I don't have a thing for Ashe, and it's just that we work together.
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After a bit of consideration, I think I'm in denial over this whole.. thing with Ashe. Which obviously sucks a whole lot, but I'll be okay. Maybe a bit of working out will get my brain working all normal again, and Ashe would be the least of my worries, hopefully.Once I get to my room, I grab the nearest dumbbell I have in there, 20 lbs. Not too much, not too little. I begin lifting the weight, humming a little tune to myself to keep me focused on the task at hand, as if it's some important mission I must focus on. But I suppose in this case, I really should focus on my lifting, it'll help with you know who getting out of my head. It's kinda sad I've gotta think like this. Mostly because I don't want to ruin the bond within the gang, because we all're close, basically like a family. But .. if Ashe and I were to get together, we could be kinda like the parents, and then the rest of the gang could be the kids and little cousins. Oh ew. That's gross to think about. It's just gross in general to think about, but fantasizing about my gang, my co-leader.. my best friend like this is crazy.An hour passes, and I finish my workout. While placing down my dumbbells, I realize I'm a bit thirsty, so I walk out of my room. On the way to the kitchen, I walk past the lady herself, Elizabeth Caledonia "Calamity" Ashe. We both look at each other for a moment and nod our heads as a form of hello, then go on our merry ways. When I get to the kitchen, I have to take a moment to think, thinking about how that workout did NOT help me get her out of my head. Maybe I really just am in love with her, and I shouldn't let the gang get in my way.. but what if yet again, it ruins it. I don't want to ruin what the gang has, I don't want to be a distraction or disruptance to the "peace" we all have.Swinging open the fridge, I grab a beer.. and another.. and another. Nobody will notice three missing beers, right? I solemly walk back to my room, cracking open one of the beverages I grabbed and took a sip. It's so nice and refreshing, especially after an hour long workout. I'm saying that as if I actually did something, all I did was lift a weight, boring.Opening my bedroom door, I walk in and shut it back closed. It'll be nice to just sit in bed and drink. Will I get back up again later to get more? Maybe. Will I be getting drunk? Yes! Is this to cope with my feelings...? Also yes. Thoughts and prayers go all out to me, and me only. Very selfish, I know. But I don't care, this is me time.. not other people time. And I'm about to get absolutely smashed without anyone seeing or being able to help, so I need all the prayers I can get.After 30 minutes go by, I decide to get up and go grab more beer, like a lot more beer, I'm trying to have fun. And this is totally not to get her out of my mind for a bit! On the walk back to my room, someone in the gang saw me and shouted out a quick hi, but I didn't say anything back, I feel a bit bad, but it's whatever. It's me time.Getting back in my bed, I crack open another beer and quickly chug it, throwing the empty can into the waste bucket across the room. Shockingly, it didn't miss and made it in. Suddenly, I have this weird sick feeling in my body, an odd wave of nausea runs over me. Oh God. I spill over the next can I was about to drink, the liquid spilling all over the floor. But I don't care, I have one goal, and that goal is the toilet so I can puke. I already told myself I'd need some thoughts and prayers, 'suppose I wasn't wrong.Barely making it to the toilet, I quickly open it and throw my head into the bowl, emptying out my partially already empty stomach. Jesus christ, this hurts. I've never been a fan of puking, but here I am now.After puking my drunk brains out, I shut the lid and try to walk out of the bathroom, forgetting to actually flush the toilet. When I make it back to my room, I fall to the ground, passing out, face to the ground, ass in the air.. embarassing. I'm only halfway into my room, legs out, torso in. This won't be fun to explain to the gang .. unless I can wake up before anyone finds me.