[M] Drinkin vodka shots in a hot pink bathrobe

Jace

POSTED: Sat Jun 02, 2018 2:59 pm

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Grabbing another bit of rubbish, he squinted one eye closed, he rocked his hand back and forth, worrying his lips, tongue sticking out as he applied his full measure of concentration upon the task at hand: because hitting customers as they came into the bar was indeed a perfectly normal thing to be doing, if anything it should be made into a standing bar game; ten points for heating the head, two for the chest, fifty for the groin, etc. It would be an absolute hit!

“You really should stop that. It’s impolite and improper behavior,” Benny commented, flicking a piece of non-existent dirt off the shoulder of his shirt, earning the male an eye roll from Frisco.

“Shh, I’m concentrating,” with his free hand, he brought up his joint, taking a long drag and enjoying the rush of euphoria that seared through him, his muscles relaxing and the grin upon his jaw slack as glassy eyes struggled to refocus on the task at hand. Seeming to register that there was no deterring Frisco from his cause of action, Benny sighed, picking up a few empty mugs and walking back behind the bar to do the work that Frisco was supposed to have been doing – but of course, he had much more important things that required his attention just then.

The door opened and without a moment’s hesitation, he tossed the piece of rubbish at whatever unsuspecting fool happened to be entering at that moment.

POSTED: Tue Jun 12, 2018 8:19 pm

The Magnificent

The journey here was a complete pain in the ass that took way too long if anyone bothered to ask his opinion. Of course no one was and there was the fukkin' problem right front and center. John shoved his hair out of his eyes and shouldered his way between two merchants having a nice conversation in the middle of the fuckkin' way. Move dickfaces, shit.

He pushed past the other bar-goers gathered by the door like idiots, move assholes. He rolled his eyes and in an act of agility so profound, it would have made the sweet baby jesus cry, he ducked under the piece of garbage threw at him, grabbed it from midair and launched it back towards the originator.

"Heads up, asshole!" He shouted with a grin, already bringing his blunt back to sit between his teeth's grasp.

He sauntered over to the bar, uncaring if his return fire had hit or not and parked his ass on one of the stools,

"That's sure a funny wait of treatin' your customers." He exhaled a cloud of smoke and leaned his elbow against the bar.

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POSTED: Thu Jun 28, 2018 5:32 pm

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It was hardly the first time he’d pulled a stunt like this and it amused him to no end that even to this date Benny still seemed appalled by his antics when boredom struck. He’d been hoping that eventually, his influence would help his friend dislodge the stick firmly shoved up his ass, but alas it seemed that it was quite happy where it was. That or Benny was yanking his chain with the whole prissy routine… he was never quite sure what to make of his friend, which was of course why they were friends: the spotted dude was interesting.

Distracted thoughts of his friend had to be the reason his shot failed – not because he was smoking and more than a little under the influence now – the Blackrust male blinking dumbfounded as a brown-hued dude muscled his way in, snapping to the side and catching the chunk of rubbish, before tossing it back, too shocked to dodge even as it hit him squarely on the chest, tumbling to the ground only to be forgotten.

Tracking the male, it was only after he lit up, smoking and relaxing, that Frisco’s mind caught up, a chuckle escaping him, head shaking and a smile on his face, ever the good sport even when his stunts got thrown back at him, literally.

“Eh, not my bar, not my livelihood. And man, not a bad arm you got there.” Pushing himself off the edge of the table he’d been seated on, he took a drag from his joint once more, holding the smoke in until he stood before the stranger, exhaling into the male’s face with a shit eating grin spreading across his own.

“Frisco. You are?”

POSTED: Thu Jul 05, 2018 9:35 pm

The Magnificent

John laughed loudly at the dog-male's dumbfounded look and eyed approvingly that his shot had been so on point. Shit, the boys would never fukkin' believe him in a lifetime. He did a quick look around, searching for that Mexican man and his little girl but he didn't see them anywhere, he didn't know if that made him feel relieved or not.

"Johnathan Winthrop. Thanks, I grew it all on my own." He held out his hand, the guy could shake it or fist bump or whatever he wanted to do, some liked to do both, John personally could swing either way. He sucked in the scent of hash, not even caring that this guy had just blown smoke in his face, hell John did it to everyone else, it was only fair really.

"Frisco huh, that sounds almost suggestive." He raised an eyebrow, made a show of looking the male up and down and then laughed at his own stupidity.

"You not from 'round here huh? Me neither really." He rolled his shoulders, and sucked on his blunt, blowing smoke back at Frisco with a snigger.

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