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[redhotsummers]

ALEX SUMMERS
VOICE // TEXT // VIDEO // ACTION

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[medals]

alex
have you netflixed and chilled yet?

[redhotsummers]

Uh...no?

I mean. A girl helped me set up a netflix account?

text;

[picksthenames]

hey this is cisco. we talked a while back about me setting up a place for you to let loose? sry it took a while, but i think i found a place if you want to check it out w/ me?

[ complete with location ping! ]

text;

[redhotsummers]

Uh...sure. Yeah I'd like that.

Someone is working on a suit, still, but I'd love a place to just...blast.

text

[ex_outofcontrol435]

hey, you heard? charles and erik both left
guess the war's even more irrelevant here now huh
no more sides

then again, them fucking probably did that already

text

[redhotsummers]

...

So we're the ranking mutants.

I had--

--yeah I'm going to forget you said that.

[Cause Alex had no idea. But--]

Guess we get to do what the fuck we want in our image.

Because sides are bullshit.

But less because of them--doing shit. Because they stopped caring about us.

But they're gone, and we're here. And that matters.

txt.

[battleshipping]

summers!
just the inbox i was looking for
how's that control management working out for you?
still looking for a containment box?

[redhotsummers]

Hey Daisy.

Yeah some guy made me a tunnel place where I can practice. No questions asked. Apparently he comes from a world with mutant-types like us.

[unbreachable]

hey, come over tonight

[redhotsummers]

Sure. Should I bring anything? Dress code?

[unbreachable]

What time are you off

[redhotsummers]

Whenever the hell I want. I'm not closing and that's the magic of being an owner I can do what I want. Technically I'm on til 5.

text; sent in the afternoon of Jul 2nd

[avengeme]

You've been cordially invited to Daisy Johnson's birthday party at[Coulson's apartment building and number here]. There's going to be pizza. Feel free to bring more booze.

[redhotsummers]

Uh, need to wear anything in particular? Like dress code?

text. locked

[lehnsherr]

[it's a message that comes after discovering the presence of the younger summers brother. it'd always been a possibility, of course. but having that possibility become fact, well, it complicates matters]

I know that I am likely the last person you would choose to confide in. But my door is always open to you, Alex. Whatever you need.

[whether that's to talk, to yell, to punch-- he means what he said.]

text. locked

[redhotsummers]

Both of you are hiding things from me. Sometimes I catch Scott looking at me like I'm going to disappear.

Funny thing is--I have a pretty good idea what happened--sort of. Just don't really want to ask him.

You willing to actually tell me the truth now, or am I going to have to wait for Scott to slip?

[This just--isn't ideal. It's frustrating, but he's going to do whatever to protect Scott. Weird, really. Don't know your brother for almost 30 years of your life, but it's like you've known him forever just the same.]

text

[nineteenfortyfive]

Early, I know, but my husband and I are having a Christmas party on the 25th. I'd be happy if you attended.

text

[redhotsummers]

Are you want me there? I mean--I dont want a pity invite.

Not trying to sound like an ass.

Text.

[amorexmachina]

Found something interesting you might like to see. It plays records you make out of ice molds.

Attached file.

Text.

[redhotsummers]

That's really cool.

Haha. Cool.

I won't be able to handle them though--I melt most cold things, remember?

Text; un: depechecode

[amorexmachina]

Has anyone who wasn't me but looked like me ever come to the record shop?

Text; un: hoops

[redhotsummers]

Yeah? That one uptight guy. The one who looks like he's got a stick up his ass.

[amorexmachina]

[On Christmas Eve, left for him behind the counter at Banshee's are several wrapped gifts of various sizes for Alex.

The card with them reads:

Alex,
You've been far more a friend than I ever expected to find, and an amazing boss as well. Open the thin ones last. Looking forward to hearing your thoughts on two of the three.
Happy Holidays,
Caleb

The largest box contains a six pack of bottled beer, a brand they haven't tried yet as far as he knows. The other box is a box of chocolates that claims to be 'non-melting' chocolate. It remains solid even after more than three hours at 104 degrees Fahrenheit. The last and thinnest packages contain Three Vinyl Records.]

text: UN: hoops

[redhotsummers]

You know, I don't even know where you live.

You beat me to the gifts. They are great, though. Though we are sharing the beer.

text; un:depechecode - because it's never enough clearly

[amorexmachina]

There's something I need to give you in person. I know I could just give it to you at work but it's-

It's kind of important.

Do you think we could go for a coffee or a drink or something?

[redhotsummers]

Uh--sure?

Drink sounds good.

Is everything ok?

text;

[greyate]

Hey. I'm sorry.

[ It's taken a while but she can admit when she was wrong. ]

text;

[redhotsummers]

I'm not saying this to be a dick, but for what?