07-01-2017, 11:24 PM
For all his brash outbursts and ego-centricities, I had to admit that the ‘Lightning God’ wasn’t that bad of a guy. Kinda rough around the edges, but then again I’ve heard worse things said about me in the past. After a few cocktails, the boys and I were thick as thieves. Of course we were also falling-down drunk, but I was no stranger to that. With our livers diligently working to undo the damage we’d caused ourselves, we set off through the mountains.
“Man, I wish I’d grabbed a change of clothes back there,” I muttered, wobbling slightly as I followed the narrow trail between Enel and Cell. “This Zedd blood is like, congealing on me.” I paused. “Then again, some of this could be mine…”
“Better hope you don’t get Sspace Aidss or ssome sh-IIIT,” Cell cackled, jabbing me in the back with his tail. “Who knowss what that guy could have had. He didn’t even have sskin.”
“Eugh, man, don’t even joke about that,” I cringed as peeled off my sticky turtleneck and tossed it and my undershirt sloppily into the woods. Despite the cool rainfall that hadn’t ceased for what felt like days at this point, the bottle of tequila I’d downed back at the bar had left me pleasantly warm and tingly. I sighed as the cool rainwater began to loosen up some of the caked-on blood and dirt.
“Dicky?” the insectoid rasped incredulously, nearly tripping over his feet. “Hey, Anal, come check thiss out!”
“Hey man,” I said, turning my back toward the woods. “I don’t want any of what you’re selling. I know that we’re like blood brothers at this point, but I don’t swing that way.”
“I’m talking about your tattooss, geniuss.” I felt his tail reach up and tap me on my bare shoulder. “Seamuss and Dicky. Butt buddiess of yours?”
“Oh,” I laughed, “no, long story. Let’s just say this isn’t the first time I’ve been blackout drunk.” I leaned heavily on Zedd’s staff as I walked, the alcohol numbing the pain of my bad knee just enough to allow me to put weight on it.
“Yer not drunk…” the Lightning God slurred, tripping over his feet and landing on his hands and knees. He broke into a fit of giggles, twirling his fingers in the dirt. “I am drunk.”
“No one’s contesting that one, buddy,” I snickered, grabbing him around the waist and lifting the towering deity to his feet. “C’mon big guy, we’re almost there.”
“All of thiss shirtlesss male hugging,” Cell cackled, looking up toward the cloudy sky. “Definitely gonna be ssome ssmutty art on the Dataversse. Thosse people are depraved, and that'ss coming from ME.”
“Man, I wish I’d grabbed a change of clothes back there,” I muttered, wobbling slightly as I followed the narrow trail between Enel and Cell. “This Zedd blood is like, congealing on me.” I paused. “Then again, some of this could be mine…”
“Better hope you don’t get Sspace Aidss or ssome sh-IIIT,” Cell cackled, jabbing me in the back with his tail. “Who knowss what that guy could have had. He didn’t even have sskin.”
“Eugh, man, don’t even joke about that,” I cringed as peeled off my sticky turtleneck and tossed it and my undershirt sloppily into the woods. Despite the cool rainfall that hadn’t ceased for what felt like days at this point, the bottle of tequila I’d downed back at the bar had left me pleasantly warm and tingly. I sighed as the cool rainwater began to loosen up some of the caked-on blood and dirt.
“Dicky?” the insectoid rasped incredulously, nearly tripping over his feet. “Hey, Anal, come check thiss out!”
“Hey man,” I said, turning my back toward the woods. “I don’t want any of what you’re selling. I know that we’re like blood brothers at this point, but I don’t swing that way.”
“I’m talking about your tattooss, geniuss.” I felt his tail reach up and tap me on my bare shoulder. “Seamuss and Dicky. Butt buddiess of yours?”
“Oh,” I laughed, “no, long story. Let’s just say this isn’t the first time I’ve been blackout drunk.” I leaned heavily on Zedd’s staff as I walked, the alcohol numbing the pain of my bad knee just enough to allow me to put weight on it.
“Yer not drunk…” the Lightning God slurred, tripping over his feet and landing on his hands and knees. He broke into a fit of giggles, twirling his fingers in the dirt. “I am drunk.”
“No one’s contesting that one, buddy,” I snickered, grabbing him around the waist and lifting the towering deity to his feet. “C’mon big guy, we’re almost there.”
“All of thiss shirtlesss male hugging,” Cell cackled, looking up toward the cloudy sky. “Definitely gonna be ssome ssmutty art on the Dataversse. Thosse people are depraved, and that'ss coming from ME.”
Quote:ACE moving from E7 to Safehouse E
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