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 Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 11:44 pm
"CLARRIIIIIIIIIICEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" Robert snapped his phone shut (and dropped it, oops), and stumbled up to his feet, lumbering over to her and wrapping his big arms around her middle, from behind. "You are my faaavorite. Thank you, thank you, you're the best Clarice, okay. The best. And just.. the best."
He let her go before she killed him and then proceeded over to Leon, shoving him over (or trying to, Robert wasn't in much of a position to be shoving anyone, and he mostly just pushed himself against Leon while Leon just stood there.) "Okay you get th' ******** over to the girls, you son of a b***h, go. ********. You're like a thousand pounds you fatass, go. GO."
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 11:58 pm
Nodding as all the men in the room decided they'd rather have alcohol than firemen, Clarice's eyes scanned the area for...strong arms wrapped around her from behind, and she suddenly smiled. Fireman?!Nope. Her expression fell. Robert.Pouting slightly, the blonde decided she'd had enough of this sad little man party, and also Simon may pop out from the cupboard and start shooting at any moment now. Following Robert, she shoved the the box into his gut and effectively removed him from being in her ******** way. She practically sparkled with satisfaction as she realized that Leon was, indeed, wearing the fireman outfit. "Hey, guy! Let's get going!" She greeted him happily and then picked the former boxer up in a classic caveman carry. Turning to Harrison, she smiled again, "You and Sasha need to make up later, kay?" She would have kicked the door open on her way out. Except... no door. Clarice tried not to let this ruin her current good mood.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 12:03 am
"...True Jordan. But, if Julie is there...." He might have shuddered. "Rest in peace Leon."
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 12:04 am
Robert nearly fell on his face when Clarice managed to make Leon move just by taking him, but he had important cargo to carry, and so he found some semblence of balance, and stood up straight. Then he put the box down on the floor, and waved a lazy, dopey wave as they left.
"Byyyyeee Claaaaaaariiiiiiiceeee." He drawled out childishly.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 12:19 am
Harrison couldn't have sunk any lower in the floor. Clarice was smiling, but that didn't mean anything, maybe she was just hiding all these mountains of disappointment. He didn't feel guilty for defending his pizza from Sasha, but really Clarice had said she'd ordered it in the first place, and maybe he should have been helping her out instead, okay, but why did he have to make up with Sasha? It wasn't even his fault, she started it. What did Sasha have to go and tell Clarice for!
All he managed was a very meek, "Yes m'am."
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 8:57 am
"B-bye Clarice! Be gentle to him! But not too gentle, ahahahhaha!" Jerry called, clearly thrilled that her appearance had gotten him off the hook for finishing the last bottle. "Say... say, Robert? Robert I hadda' question, hey..." He scooted closer, despite the dangers there in. "Robert. Robert you had my guitar, right? Um. Um. Er... do you ah... were you planning on um... giving it back? Or um. I mean. You didn't... burn it or anything did you?" 
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:22 am
Though dazed after the impromptu fight and rather sore, not to mention at this point rather drunk, Rep still had his priorities, and while the box was on the floor, stole himself a couple of bottles before tottering back to where he was sitting. She was more than welcome to Leon in exchange, it'd just make the party ******** hell though, Marcus could swing a punch when he had to, he felt pretty ******** dizzy.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:49 am
Robert stared down at that sappy, watery face, and considered his options.
1. His fist would fit nicely there.
2. He could probably make Jerry cry right now.
3. Just tell him the truth.
He weighed the options carefully before deciding.
"Yeah. I burned it."
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:51 am
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:52 am
He waited a whole three seconds before bursting into bellows of laughter, and wrapping one arm around Jerry, pulling his head in for a terrible noogie. "BAAAAHAHAHAHA, YOU'RE SO EASY. Course I'm giving it back, give me, uh, two days." One to sober up, and a second to finish fixing it. That was probably enough.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:54 am
Jerry blinked, unsure of the world just then.
But the important thing was... *two days until he got his guitar back??* Really??
"Ohhhhh~..." He wobbled through the noogie, and a bit too drunk to think things through properly, "W-well... well good! Good good good awesome yes good..." He needed another drink. But at least he could sleep easily knowing there was a light at teh end of the tunnel, right?
The question that remained was... what had Robert been doing with his guitar up until then?
He would find out eventually, he was sure.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 12:01 pm
Harrison did some box-pilfering himself, so he'd at least have some beer to sulk over, and camped out on the floor.
He'd have to apologize. He guessed.
Rep looked a cut up, but Marcus hadn't come out of it unbloodied.
"You had him going for a while there."
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 12:07 pm
"Scolded man. Harsh." He tried to console Harrison, though couldn't help but smirk. "Know how it is though. Can't argue with mum." It wasn't even intended as derogatory to Clarice.
He wiped the blood off his chin with his scarf lazily. "You think so? He makes such a punchable target."
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 4:57 pm
"YOU TRADED ME FOR BOOZE!?" Leon? Yeah he was flipping out from that little tidbit of info. Above all, it seemed to be a unanimous decision among the "Nakama" there.
They gave no ******** style="color: olive">
"You pathetic sons of bitches WHAAAA HEY WAIT PUT ME DOWN!" the hunter cried out in alarm when unassuming Clarice decided to show off her talents in the "strongest woman in the land" competition and flung him over her shoulder. He was surprised she didn't try and beat him in the head with a club.
...................... No wait, she had a giant sword, that wouldn't end well.
"I'm not a goddam princess golem!" did he want to flail? yes, but not while he was in that position on her. "I am never wearing this thing ever again."
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 5:02 pm
"She started it," Harrison grumbled, but really, really, quietly in case Clarice heard.
He didn't have much pizza left, but even getting cold, there was something about beer and pizza that cucumber vodka and pizza just didn't compare to.
He waved to Leon.
Bye Fireman Stripper, it was a necessary sacrifice.
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