#Asked a Server which characters to do for it and got becca so—-

[h3lian]

Colouring practice via a teehee meme 🫡

[thebluenoteblog]

Love is Blind

Summary: Your best friend is dating Vince Dunn and they are convinced that you and Colton would be perfect for each other. Somehow they end up convincing the two of you to go on a blind date.

Player: Colton Parayko

Word Count: 3.3k

Requested: Can you do a colton parayko one where he's being forced by his friends to go to this blind date with (y/n). Both of you don't know each other but turns out this date maybe isn't so bad like he thinks. I really like how you describe colton's personality and character through dialogues like in your previous colton fics..i think they're pretty spot on! Thank you!

“Becca, I’m not going,” you said for what had to be the thousandth time that night. “I don’t know anything about this guy. He could be a serial killer for all I know.”

“He isn’t a serial killer. He’s one of Vince’s friends,” she said as she pulled clothes out of your closet and threw them on the bed. She turned to look at you, “and you are going. He’s a nice guy.”

“If he’s one of Vince’s friends then I’m sure he totally needs to be set up on a blind date with some rando,” you pulled your feet under you. “I’m not going on a pity date with some douche hockey player.”

“I never said that he was a hockey player and he isn’t a douche,” Becca sighed heavily as she filtered through the clothes that she had deemed acceptable.

You rolled your eyes, “All of the friends that Vince has in St. Louis are hockey players. You sold yourself out. I’m not going.”

“Shut up and put this on before I have to wrestle it over your head,” she held the dress up in front of you.

“I’m not wearing that on a date with some dude I don’t know,” you said, “it’s a waste.”

“It isn’t like you can never wear it again,” she said, pushing it toward you for the second time. “Bitch just put the dress on.”

You sighed heavily and ripped the dress from her hands, “Let it be known that I’m not happy about this.”

“Oh, it’s known. It’s just ignored.” She called after you as you disappeared into the bathroom.

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“This is ridiculous,” Colton said as he buttoned his shirt, “I don’t need to be set up.”

“Yes, you do,” He heard Dunner sigh through the phone sitting on speaker at the foot of his bed, “You need to meet this girl.”

“So, give me her number and I’ll call her myself.”

Dunner snorted, “You’ll send her two text messages then find something wrong with her. You’re going. She’s Becca’s best friend so be nice to her.”

“I’m always nice.”

“Yeah but…” he sighed, “Whatever. I’ll text you the restaurant you’re meeting her at.”

“I’m not picking her up?” Colton asked, fiddling with the last button and glancing in the mirror as he ran his fingers through his hair.

Dunner laughed a little awkwardly, “Becca said that she said that she didn’t want to be trapped with some douche hockey player.”

Colton made some strangled, choking sound.

“So, if it makes you feel any better, she’s about as psyched about this as you are.”

“That’s great. Why would that make me feel any better?” He asked, turning to glare at the phone and wishing that Dunner could see the look he was getting. “Why does she think I’m a douche?”

“Because Becca told her you were my friend,” Dunner snorted and Colton could hear him rustling with something on the other end of the line. “Just chill. You guys will like each other. Becca is dead convinced.”

“And you?” Colton asked.

Dunner was quiet for a moment, “She’s awesome man. I think she’d be great for you. You would just have to get over whatever the fuck reason it is that you find something wrong with every girl you meet.”

Colton huffed and turned back to the mirror, fixing his hair. “Whatever. I’m fine.”

“I’ll send you the address. I made the reservation under my name, so she wouldn’t know she was meeting you. Six o’clock.”

“I’ll be there. I’ll be nice.” Colton said, “I’ll talk to you later Dunner.”

“Have fun,” he said, and then there was silence and Colton was left staring at himself in the mirror growing increasingly frustrated as his hair refused to lay the way he wanted it to.

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There was a line at the podium when you walked through the doors, and there were people packed like sardines waiting for tables. It seemed that no one wanted to stand out in the chilly November air, yet here you were in a dress that Becca had picked out for you.

As you stood in the line waiting for your turn to tell the hostess that you did, in fact, have a reservation, you began to regret your decision to come on this date more and more. Your legs had been freezing on the long walk from the lot you had parked in and they had no chance to warm as people were constantly opening the door behind you. Admittedly, you had been regretting your decision since you parked your car in the lot, a ten-minute walk away. You had realized then that you were going to have to walk through the city to the restaurant alone with the sun setting, in a dress. Everything had been fine, but it didn’t stop you from worrying about walking back to your car in the dark.

You finally made it to the hostess stand and she smiled kindly at you, “We are on a three hour wait at the moment, would you like me to take down a name?”

You shook your head and forced a smile back at her, “Uh, no thank you. I actually have a reservation.”

“Oh,” She said, laughing softly and switching screens on the iPad on her podium. “I completely forgot to ask, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not a problem,” you said, “I get it, after awhile it’s just autopilot. The reservation is under Dunn.”

“Oh,” her eyes lit up and she glanced up at you. She took you in for a moment then said, “The other half of your party is already here, I just sat him a couple of minutes ago.”

You glanced down at your watch. You were already ten minutes early. Why was he fifteen? The hostess glanced over at the girl standing next to her and said, “Tracy, watch the stand, I’m going to go seat…” she glanced at you, waiting for something.

You frowned realizing that she wanted a name. So, this is what it would be like to date a hockey player. You really weren’t interested. Nonetheless you smiled and said, “(Y/N).”

“I’m going to go seat, (Y/N),” she said before motioning for you to follow her.

You’d been to a couple hockey games with Becca since she had started dating Vince, but you had never met any of the players or their girlfriends. You never cared enough to learn anything about them, and you didn’t really see their faces enough to commit each player to memory. So, when you turned the corner and your eyes landed on the one player who had always stuck out to you, your breath caught.

You only knew his name and his number. You knew that the way he skated fascinated you at your first game. He was so fast, so large but still… graceful? Would a hockey player be offended if you called them graceful? Maybe. Possibly. Probably.

You knew nothing about the game. Absolutely nothing. You understood nothing that he was doing. Things that Becca was pointing out as good, you just saw the way he skated.

You followed the hostess closer to the table and Colton’s eyes were focused on his hands in his lap. You assumed that his phone was there. He was probably texting Vince something like, ‘You owe me for this’ or ‘I’m going to murder you at practice tomorrow’. You arrived at the seat across from him and pulled out your chair before he had a chance to look up. “Here you are,” the hostess said, “your server will be right with you.”

Colton sighed and closed his eyes sliding his phone into his pocket as you settled yourself in the chair. “I swear I didn’t mean to be on my phone when you got here… I was going to pull your chair out for you and stuff. I’m not a douc-,” he paused, his cheeks reddening.

Your face flushed right along with his, “Well we’re off to a great start,” you laughed lightly. “I don’t know who to hit first. Becca or Vince.” You paused looking off to the side, “No, actually it’s my fault. I should have known. Becca hasn’t kept a secret since I met her in the first grade.”

Colton laughed, “Dunner isn’t the best at that either.” He paused again, fiddling with the napkin, “We aren’t all douches.”

“Does it bother you that much?” You asked, grinning a little bit.

He frowned, and you immediately got the sense that he wasn’t the kind of person that handled being disliked well, “No.”

“I don’t think you’re a douche,” you said, rolling your eyes with a smile on your face. “I was just annoyed with Becca because she’s always forcing me to do things I’m not comfortable with.”

“I’m making you uncomfortable?” Colton asked, looking genuinely concerned.

Your eyes widened as you shook your head, “No, no. You’re fine. I’m fine. It would have been better if they let us talk before. I don’t like going into things blind. I’m a planner.”

“Makes two of us,” Colton said.

You were about to respond when the waitress appeared beside your table. She took your drink orders, asked if you would like bread to which Colton looked at you and raised an eyebrow. You assumed that meant he wouldn’t be eating any. You weren’t going to be the only one at the table eating it, so you shook your head.

He noticed the hesitation before you answered so before the waitress walked away he nodded at her, “We’ll take some, thank you.”

You looked at him confused, “You didn’t look like you wanted any,” you said.

He shrugged, “I guess I’ll eat a piece.” You couldn’t help the small smile that formed on your face and you looked down at the tablecloth to hide it, “I never got your name.”

You looked up quickly, “Oh, I’m sorry. I’m (Y/N).”

“Colton,” he said.

You smiled. Of course, you already knew that, and he probably assumed that you already knew that, but it was normal, and he clearly wanted normal. So, you went along with it. You smiled softly at him, “Well, it’s nice to finally meet you after hearing so many very vague things.”

“At least you heard things!” He exclaimed, laughing as he leaned back in his chair and held up his hands. “I got nothing. Dunner just came up to me in the locker room and said, ‘don’t make plans next Friday after practice, you have a date’ and I was really confused.”

You giggled and covered your mouth with your hand. He smiled at you and you said, “Becca had to tell me something because it was the only way I would come. I wasn’t going to just come meet some strange man by myself knowing nothing about him. Especially one of Vince’s friends.”

“Hey,” Colton said, pointing a finger at you, “Watch it. Dunner’s friends are my friends.”

You held up your hand’s relenting, “I’m sorry. It’s all in good fun. Vince and I pick on each other all the time. I like him though. He’s awesome. I love him for how happy he makes Becca.” You rolled your eyes, “Even if he’s a little bit of an airhead sometimes.”

Colton snorted, “Who? Dunner? Never.”

“Is this just going to be like an hour of us ragging on Vince?” You asked, “Because I’ll text him right now and let him know that he’s just given us both endless levels of new material.”

“He would be pissed to think that his plan backfired on him that horribly,” Colton said.

You nodded, “You’re right. We have to tell him that that’s what happened regardless of what we actually talk about.”

“Deal.”

The waitress arrived and set your drinks on the table, placing the bread and bread plates between you. When you were done ordering, she walked away with your menus in her hand.

“I used to be a server,” you said.

Colton shifted his gaze from his glass of water to you, “Really?” He asked, “Where at?”

“Nowhere near as fancy as this,” you said, “It’s this little family owned diner. We were always packed though. Never had an empty table for long.”

“Did you like it?” He asked before taking a sip of his water.

You nodded, smiling fondly at the memory, “I loved it. Best job I’ve ever had. If it had health insurance, paid sick leave, maternity leave, paid vacation, salary, you know, all those good things that my new job has, I would still be working there.”

“What do you do now?” He asked.

You looked down at the straw you were using to stir your water, “I’m an aerospace engineer.”

“Wow,” he said, eyes widening. “You must be pretty smart.”

You laughed a little and said, “You must be pretty good at hockey.”

He nodded at you, “Right, that was a stupid thing to say.”

“No, it’s fine. That’s just always the response I get,” you said, “That or ‘you don’t look like an engineer’. It’s like… thank you?” You laughed, “There wasn’t anything wrong with what you said, I just hear it a lot.”

He nodded, “I get it. Like people telling me I’m tall.”

“Exactly like that,” you smiled at him. “So, tell me about you. Where are you from. Canada, I assume. You sound Canadian.”

His eyes lit up, like he hadn’t been asked that in a long time. “I’m from Alberta. A smaller town outside Edmonton.”

“Edmonton…” you paused, thinking. “Do they have a hockey team?”

He laughed, “Yeah, they do. The Oilers.”

You pointed a finger at him, “That’s the team you guys were playing the first time I ever came to see you play a couple of months ago. I still don’t understand anything, and I’ve been to like four games.”

He grinned, “What don’t you understand? Maybe I could teach you?”

“How do I explain something I don’t understand?” You asked him, leaning forward on the table.

He matched you, “Okay, well then I guess we just have to watch an Oilers game together some time and I can teach you then.”

You nodded, “I mean, I can’t keep sitting through hockey games just amusing myself by watching you-,” you paused and quickly added, “guys skate around the ice. I still only know like five names too. It’s kind of sad.”

He shook his head, “What have you been doing those four games?”

Your cheeks flushed. Watching you glide around like an overgrown figure skater. Nope. “Watching Vince.”

His smile fell a little and you were tempted to tell him that you were lying, but you didn’t. You felt like whatever spell this was would be broken if you told him the truth. “Oh,” he said, sitting back in his chair, “Right. That makes sense. You guys are there for him.”

You nodded and said, “Maybe next time I go, I’ll be able to actually watch the game.”

He nodded, “Yeah, maybe. Did you ever play any sports?”

“Oh god, no.” You laughed, “I’m more of an artist. I paint. I draw. Photography. I like to hike to get better views for my artwork, so I wouldn’t say that I’m lazy, but sports were never my thing. I have no hand eye coordination.”

“If I told you that you could drive my truck if you tried to do it, would you?” He asked.

You snorted, “Something would get broken and I would wreck your truck if I tried to drive it on these roads so, no. Not happening.”

He shook his head, “Damn. I thought that was a pretty good offer.”

“You’ve got to try harder than that, Colton,” You said.

“I don’t let just anyone drive my truck,” he said, “That’s a good deal right there.”

You laughed, “I’m not the person to start with.”

He rolled his eyes, playful smile on his face, “You wouldn’t wreck it. I have faith in you.”

“I am not driving a truck on these roads, and that is my final answer Regis.”

Colton stared at you, and laughed, “What?”

“Like, the game show Who Wants to Be a Millionaire? You say, ‘That’s my final answer’.” He was still staring at you like you were crazy, “The original hosts name was Regis Philbin.”

“We have different TV shows in Canada,” he said, “I don’t really have time to watch game shows now?”

You nodded, “I guess I didn’t think about that,” you said, “What do you do when you aren’t… playing hockey?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know. I go out with the guys. I work out a lot. I like to read. I do watch some TV, I’m halfway through season one of Game of Thrones.”

“Me to!” You said, “I’m on the third episode.”

“I just finished that one,” he said, grinning. “It’s just starting to get good.”

You were about to comment that you had been hooked since the first episode when the waitress appeared with a tray of food. She passed out the dishes and then disappeared after being reassured that there was nothing else that you needed.

Conversation slowed while you ate, but you kept talking, and it took much longer to finish the food in front of you than it should have. By the time you were full, what was left over was cold, but you had learned Colton’s favorite and least favorite colors, his biggest pet peeves (both on the ice and off), what his goals were for the season and what his goals were outside of hockey.

By the time the waitress came around to take your plates so that she could box up your leftovers, neither of you were ready to leave. Colton looked at you and asked, “Dessert?” You nodded quickly because that was better than saying goodbye and possibly never hearing from him again.

You ended you leaving the restaurant just before closing at eleven o’clock, neither of you having realized how late you had been there until you looked around and noticed that the crowd had thinned. He had glanced down at his watch and laughed a little awkwardly as he said, “Wow, it’s 10:45.”

You stepped outside and immediately regretted your decision to wear the dress. Because now, not only were you damn near freezing to death, but you had to walk through the city alone at eleven o’clock at night. At least it was a Friday so there was a decent amount of people around for most of your walk.

Your dress had long sleeves, but the material was thin, and your jacket wasn’t doing much to help. You wrapped your arms around yourself, just as you felt something warm and heavy drape over your shoulders. You looked up at Colton to find him standing without his suit jacket, because it was wrapped around you. He smiled down at you and you tried really hard not to focus on the fact that his jacket was just as long as your dress. “Where are you parked?” He asked.

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, “Huh?”

He laughed, “I’m not going to let you walk to your car alone. Besides, I still need to get your phone number and we need to talk about when exactly we’re going to watch that Oilers game.”

Your confused look quickly transformed into a smile. You wrapped the jacket tighter around your shoulders and nodded your head to the left, “It’s this way.”

He placed a hand on the small of your back as you began to walk. It felt right. It felt like it belonged there.

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Title: fireworks Collaborator: Becca Card Number: 4029 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: K1 - Image: Working on Bucky’s Arm Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Moodboard Summary: in which bucky subtly asks tony out on a date Word Count: N/A

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Title: Knitting Collaborator: Sagana Rojana Olt Card Number: 4046 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: S4 - Fabrication Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Knitting, extreme amounts of fluff thanks to Alpine ;) Summary: When Tony and Bucky moved in together, the most appreciative of Tony’s knitting habit was actually Alpine. Word Count: N/A

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Title: Love at first glance Collaborator: Sagana Rojana Olt Card Number: 4046 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: A3 - Free Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: Love at first sight, Modern AU Summary: Inspired by this poem:I will look at youacrossany roomand thinkyou are the most beautiful person I'veever seenfor aslong as Ibreathe.a.r.asher Word Count: N/A

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Title: Tangled AU Collaborator: Sagana Rojana Olt Card Number: 4046 Link: Tumblr Square Filled: T2 - Improvised Weapons Ship: WinterIron Rating: Gen Major Tags: cast iron pans are dangerous Summary: what it says on the tin - Poor Bucky gets conned into taking Tony to see the lanterns at the Capitol, where Bucky coincidentally is also wanted. Word Count: N/A

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Title: Always In My Mind Collaborator: Nicnac Card Number: 4048 Link: AO3 Square Filled: R3 - Music Ship: Tony Stark x F!Reader  Rating: Mature Major Tags: Suggestive Themes, Dancing, Feelings, Kissing, Touching, Music, Early Mornings, Lazy Mornings, Morning After, Developing Relationship Summary: Tony goes to the reader’s apartment and they decided not to go for a drive and stay at home and have a little fun instead. Word Count: 2099

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Title: Experiment Collaborator: camichats Card Number: 4049 Link: AO3 Square Filled: A3 - Free Space Ship: T’Challa/Tony Rating: Teen Major Tags: None Summary: Normally, T'challa would impress the cute guy in his class by being smart, but he didn't know what had gone wrong with their experiment. The fact that Tony had already loudly proclaimed to the professor that he didn't like group projects didn't help.  Word Count: 1692

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Title: Basic Principles Collaborator: camichats Card Number: 4049 Link: AO3 Square Filled: R2 - Jealousy Ship: Johnny Storm/Tony Stark Rating: Teen Major Tags: None Summary: Johnny loves love. Hell, he's made a career out of helping other people find love, and he has no regrets. Then he meets Tony, who's absolutely perfect, but the problem is that Johnny doesn't like men. He's trying to help Clint get the woman of his dreams, so he doesn't have time to worry about whether or not he's as straight as he thought. (Hitch AU) Word Count: 6740

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Title: Returned to the Fold Collaborator: 27dragons Card Number: 4027 Link: AO3 Square Filled: A4 - AU: Angels/Demons Ship: None Rating: Gen Major Tags: Alternate Universe: Angels & Demons Summary: God had made it perfectly clear that any demon who wanted to return to the fold would be made welcome. All they had to do was ask for forgiveness. So it wasn’t that the Fallen weren’t able to return. It was just that none ever had. Word Count: 561

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Title: Skips a Beat Collaborator: periwinklepromise Card Number: 4053  Link: AO3 Square Filled: S2 - Missing Scene Ship: IronWidow Rating: teen Major Tags: None Summary: After the disastrous party, Natalie was the only one still there. Word Count: 374

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Title: Matchmaker Bots Collaborator: Sagana Rojana Olt Card Number: 4046 Link: AO3 Square Filled: R5 - Matchmaker Bots Ship: WinterIron Rating: Teen Major Tags: Winter Soldier themed dildo Summary: Dum-E tries to matchmake. After some embarrassing and awkward explanations he succeeds. Word Count: 100

[yangyangmobile]

I feel a little silly sending this ask, since so much of the fandom doesn't seem to like the ship, but I wanted to say I really liked the Ashbecca romance route. I just appreciated the details in the epilogue a lot? I like how it takes them months to have that talk and figure things out. Give Ash time to consider the possibility, Becca acknowledging it's not perfect as she romanticized. Realistic but hopeful on their ability to grow. idk I've got a lot of thoughts on them post-game c:

Hi! Thanks for playing the game! We’re glad you enjoyed it. We hope to hear more of your thoughts about it in the future. To be honest, there are a lot of little details we put in the game (that we’re fully aware that people might miss), and we always appreciate reading healthy and logical discussion among our fans about it. (And it’s not just for the sake of shipping, which is quite refreshing to see in a fandom!) :DFeel free to join our Discord server, if you’re looking for a place to talk about it, btw!INVITE LINK:  https://discordapp.com/invite/dACNN8PThat said, as devs occasionally peeking into the community (we’re a bunch of lurkers, really), we also understand why some fans would feel against AshBecca as a pair. We actually briefly discussed this in a previous post: the character arc Rebecca goes through in the game comes off stronger in a route where she willingly lets go of those unhealthy feelings instead of just getting what she wants. And from what we’ve observed and what we’ve seen people talk about, it was this Rebecca that most people want in the end, rather than the lovesick adult she started as in the game. However, we do believe that there are still plenty we could discuss about this (and the other pairs in the game), and we look forward to seeing more from our players! Thank you!

[kootenaygoon]

So,

Chris was asleep in my passenger seat, wearing a leprechaun dress.

We’d connected on the last day of Kamp Festival, the pair of us haggard and semi-conscious in my fold-out chairs. Chris was monologuing about her festival experience. She told me she jumped off a cliff, she overcame her fear of heights, she was proud of herself. She told me that these grown-ups playing in the colour games had legitimately reverted to their childhood bullying ways, making things all ultra-competitive instead of fun. Of course. 

“But I’ve met some amazing people here,” she said. “Like I think I’m going to remember these people for a long time.”

I could tell by how long-winded and earnest Chris was being that she was on something strong, maybe acid. She was about to crash hard, and everyone was packing up camp to leave. Becca had left for the coast with a Victoria DJ she knew, so I was all by my lonesome when it came to paying for gas. Chris offered to pay $40 for a ride home, but I didn’t accept it. I just wanted to make sure she got home safe, because she wasn’t going to be sober any time soon. I couldn’t imagine leaving her with a stranger.

Once we pulled out of the Kamp venue on to the highway, we were pretty much immediately stuck in a line-up. Chris put down the window and stuck her bare feet out into the wind. A minute or two later she’d slumped into herself, snoring gently, her head lolling slightly from side to side. I knew it wasn’t a big deal, that people did drugs like this all the time and woke up fine, that she wasn’t necessarily going to overdose in my passenger seat. My legs vibrated along with the music as I ground my teeth in concern. What if she had taken fentanyl or something? What if I arrived backed in Nelson with a corpse for a passenger?

“Hey,” I said, taking her arm. “You’re feeling okay? You’ll let me know if you need to puke or anything?”

She nodded. “I’m good. I’ve got some water here. I think I’m just going to sleep, if that’s all right. You can keep the music up, if you want. I like it when there’s music playing while I sleep. It fucks with my dreams.”

Did she she say that, I asked myself, or did I?

Aussie Chris lived with Chelsea up in Rosemont, and knew Blayne from before. She was a server at Vienna Cafe, a night club kid in her early 20s. She was biracial, half-asian, with a smattering of freckles under her eyes and shoulder-length brown mermaid hair. She was on a one-year visa and was looking to hit every music festival she could while she was in the country. When it came to partying, she was a professional. I liked her style a lot. She had a busy intellect. 

As we sat idle during the ferry crossing, I reflected on the last few days. The thing with Becca had ended on a bad note. We’d never spent this many days together in a row, and she was starting to realize what a drag I was. She was also less than thrilled to hear me talk about Paisley non-stop, whining that I would never get over her or that I was still processing things.

“I don’t mean this to be patronizing, because I do think you’re awesome, but I think you should consider therapy very seriously. It seems like you’re in a dark place, and I don’t know how to help you.”

“I never said I needed help.”

She laughed. “It’s like you have this giant sign over you that reads: NEEDS HELP. In an adorable way, but it’s alarming too. That you’re living in this constant state of desperation. Honestly, I think Nelson might be bad for you.”

While I pulled off the ferry and back on to the highway, I nudged Chris to pull her legs back into the cab. We needed the windows up. I thought about my job at the Star, and how repetitive the work was becoming. We’d hit all the available topics when it came to your typical small town goings-on, but we lacked depth. The real story was all these fucking overdoses, but they seemed to be outside our reach. There was a shroud of silence over these deaths, so they didn’t end up having a public record. I wondered how much was being kept from me, what angle I’d been missing. Why all this secrecy?

I wanted to help.

The reason I named my UBC thesis manuscript “Whatever you’re on, I want some” was because I was despairing about a friend lost to heroin addiction, also named Chris. We had grown up together, gone to the same youth group and camp together, but somehow he’d ended up trapped on the Downtown Eastside, en route to becoming a derelict soul. I gave up on him. That’s what made me feel guiltiest, was that I abandoned him. At a certain point I realized it just wasn’t healthy for me to know him anymore, no matter how close we’d been as teens. Addiction had defined our relationship, had ended it, and I wanted to understand why.

“I’ve been really into the paintings you’ve been posting,” Chris said, stretching out her arms as we slalomed through the woods. Slocan Lake looked just as infinite as ever. I turned down the music. “All the self portraits.”

I nodded, pretended to be embarrassed. “Yeah, I’ve just done a few now. I was inspired by this painter John Cooper, who I interviewed for the Star. He’s this guy in his 70s with like hundreds of students in the Kootenays and he’s a fucking legend. He knows Tom Robbins,” I said.

“His colour choices are really trippy, like lots of purple and crazy bursts of the whole rainbow for mundane things. Like he’ll do a rusted out car but suddenly it’s neon green with purple highlights, you know?”

She nodded, looking out the window. “I like paintings that have psychedelic elements like that. Paintings that take you somewhere beyond natural.”

I lit a joint. “And the guy’s crazy. You can just feel it in his work, this extra electricity. When I interviewed him he kept me on the phone for like 45 minutes talking. He tells all these crazy stories about the 60s and he’s just fucking hilarious. He’s known as the Toad Road painter because he’s painted the same rock like a hundred times.” 

“Hilarious.”

“Oh, and naked ladies. He paints lots of naked chicks.”

Chris had heard about my photo shoot with Blayne, and had talked to Chelsea about appearing as a model in one of my shoots. She had experience, so she would be completely comfortable in front of the camera. I’d been amassing subjects over my years in the Kootenays, shooting every kind of woman I met every way that I knew how. 

I loved them all. 

From there we continued to weave and dip, the RAV humming along like a space ship, as we worked our way through the joint. Chris told me about how she’d watched Joe Nillo live-paint at Kamp and how incredible it was to see him channel the festival’s energy into his canvas. She was roommates with the subject, Kylie, so she could see through all the goddess window dressing.

“It’s hard to tell whether he’s in love with her, or the painting.”

I laughed. “Why can’t it be both? He can channel his love for her into the work, even if they’re not together, right? He can remember the good things about her, the things he fell in love with. Those things don’t become irrelevant the moment you break up. There’s still meaning there.”

Chris looked at me, bemused. She knew I was talking about Paisley. “Listen, man, I’m just saying Joe’s got this way of channeling whole narratives into these images. They’re the sort of paintings you can sit down and read them like a book.”

“Like they have little details you have to look for?”

“Exactly. And that one you’ve seen isn’t his trippiest painting by far. We’ve got a bunch of his pieces still back at our house, I’ll show you. His paintings sing.”

Eventually Chris fell back asleep, as I was passing through Winlaw. From there I hurtled through South Slocan with my music back up, and back on the highway to Nelson. I thought about Joe Nillo and John Cooper, how they each embodied an approach to art that I could try to emulate. Like Joe I could produce work that was spiritually-infused, so that engaging with it feels like a religious experience. And like John I could gleefully go mad, laughing at the ridiculousness of it all while revelling in the universe’s exquisite beauty. I was sick of being just a journalist, of being constrained to reporting facts. I wanted to be a painter, an artist. I wanted to tap into the magic of the Kootenays and shoot it into my veins.

“I’m so full of love I feel like I’m going to paint the walls with my gore,” Chris said, but by then she wasn’t Chris anymore. It was the other Chris, from my childhood. He stared straight ahead from his passenger seat, angry.

“You remember that time we had a contest to see who could stay in that freezing lake longer, up my cabin. Do you remember that?”

“Yeah, I won. But you hogged the warm shower for like half an hour.”

“So who was the real winner?”

“I don’t even know what to feel about you, man. Like at least you’ve found a clean supply so I don’t need to read your headline yet.”

He laughed. “You act like you know how this is going to end, but you don’t.”

“This ends with me punching you in the head as hard as I can.”

“The first rule of fight club is you do not talk about fight club.”

I turned back in my seat, and rubbed my forehead with a knuckle. It was Bob Dylan playing, so I stuck with that for a moment. It was a song I associated with my high school drama teacher, Mr. Van Camp, who sang this drunkenly on the last night of our provincial theatre festival: People are crazy and times are strange. I'm locked in tight, I'm out of range. I used to care, but things have changed.

“If you were a character in The Wire,” I said to Chris. “You would be Wallace.”

“And what would that make you? Poot?”

I smiled and glanced over my shoulder to where Andrew Stevenson was sitting surly, his muscled arms crossed as he looked out the window. Beside him was Ryan Tapp, listening to an iPod with his sunglasses on. If things got bad, these two were always nearby to step in. I had more power than people realized, than even I realized, but I was still figuring out how to harness it properly. If my life was The Wire, I wanted to control which character I was going to be. 

“Are you, kidding?” I said, reaching behind my seat to grab my grey shotgun. I felt the cold barrel in my palm as I pulled it into my lap, pointing it in Chris’ direction. I brought the barrel to his lips, and then his chest, and finally to his groin. I snickered with sinister pleasure.  

“Bitch, I’m Omar.”

The Kootenay Goon