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 Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 8:53 pm
Rep strongly disagreed that the cake improved the woman, he was of the opinion that the only thing that improved a woman was a ******** good gag. He took a sullen swig of his drink. "Ahm not a ********' ..pastry..phile. I wouldn't ******** a ******** cake man. I'd eat it. Well I'd eat it if it hadn't had a ******** whore in it and got it all full of diseases and s**t."
He glared at Jerry " The ******** would you know about sexuality anyway? I've seen ******** pocket protectors more sexual than you."
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 8:57 pm
"Apparently... I'm better with the ladies than *you*, and that's a bit pathetic, don't you think?" Jerry retorted with a casual glance to his cohorts as he wobbled to refill his glass without splashing no himself too badly.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:00 pm
Rep narrowed his eyes coldly. " Really? Just because you managed to bag some yoyo knickers whore for who knows how long for a /pity ********/. You really think that makes you some sort of ******** casanova?"
He laughed raucously. "The ..like." He jabbed a finger in Jerry's direction. "The women on this ******** island are all desperate man. Desperate enough to go for the sad acts. Like you. Like Marcus."
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:07 pm
Jordan sat up, his eyes narrowing at the dispute. That'd ruin the evening. "Jerry. Rep," he said, giving both men a flat, displeased stare.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:12 pm
Jerry's grip had tightened on his glass, his expression trembling around the edges as his gaze burned into the side of Rep's head. Jordan's shout, at least, had redirected the inebriated rage and he drew in a long breath, a sip of vodka, and set his glass down to tinker with the broken shamisen idly instead.
"Better a p-pity ******** than a lawsuit is all I'm saying."
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:15 pm
Wilson shrugged helplessly. “I wasn’t the one who decided on the trade.” He had barely paid attention to the exchange in the first place. “Hmmm. I want to say yes,” he replied, throwing Aleister a thoughtful look before he again sipped his drink. Tea and pizza didn’t look like a very tasty combination, but somehow he had managed to bear with it. “But it’s probably been a while since then, so let’s start over. I’m Wilson, pleasure to meet you.” He smiled, offering a hand for a friendly handshake.
At this point, he decided it was better to let Jordan handle any spats here. C:
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:17 pm
Rep arched a brow at Jerry, so tempted to say something cruel back to the other man, alcohol fuelling his anger a little worse than usual, frustrated as Jordan spoke up to intervene, giving the other sun an almost pleading look before flat out pouting and taking another irritable swig of his drink.
He couldn't resist trying to get the last word in though"L-e-e-ts n-not fight." He smirked. "Wouldn't want you getting disciplined again."
Sorry Jordan
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:24 pm
"Or you're just afraid I'll b-blow your d**k off." Jerry snorted, draining his glass to try to hide his crimson face. Just breath. In and out. He was better than that. Don't let Rep push his buttons. Just enjoy himself. He had booze and an instrument, and friends by his side, *lets keep it that way*. Unfortunately, he still didn't quite think through his choice of words. Blame vodka for that.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:26 pm
Jordan gritted his teeth and counted to five. "Knock it off, guys," he said. Then he smirked suddenly. "I'm sure you can come to an agreement as to how to divide the theoretical cake and boobs, as there appears to be no overlap in preference."
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:27 pm
Harrison managed to keep a lid on a few nasty comments, on account of not wanting to betray Candace's confidence any. He'd argue with the knickers whore comment, but he had to agree with the pity ******** thing. Mostly. What did people see in this guy? And people did, from what he'd heard.
Jerry was okay.
Not much in the looks department, sorta off his rocker, great at blowing the s**t out of things. But Candace...and, okay, Jordan, were both well out of his league. And he wasn't interested? Candace was practically in love with the guy.
"Now hold on," Harrison said, setting aside an empty bottle and moving on to the next one, "Gonna ignore the d**k comment. Don't count Jerry out. I haven't gotten laid since I got here, and Jerry's-Jerry's probably got some super model already lined up. How the hell do you do it? I could sure as s**t use some enlightening, because I'm stumped."
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:31 pm
Rep stared at Jerry for a few long moments. And then cracked up into a fit of laughter.
"Hahahahaaaa. Oh ******** god man. You'd /like/ to wouldn't you? But yeah, that's a legit ******** fear I'd say."
His laughter stopped dead though as Jordan spoke up, and he gritted his teeth as he glared at the other man. "There's plenty ******** overlap man. Just not /together/. I like cake and women." He couldn't help but cross his arms sulkily, also digging into his next bottle. Shrugging at Harrison.
"Its the ******** thing man. Women ******** love a nerdy pathetic lost cause."
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:37 pm
"Well," Oh god, Harrison had put that glint in Jerry's eye, and he strummed an attempt at a chord on the sad excuse of an instrument Allan had made the mistake of allowing to reach Jerry's hands.
"You gotta' be kind," a strumma strumma, and he attempted another cord, "you gotta' be loving," strumma strumma...
"You gotta care, and share, and be there,
You gotta' know when not to be shoving.
But of course the most important step...
It helps not to be Rep." A tum-tum-twang.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:44 pm
He had to admit, he hadn't been insulted in song before, it was pretty novel, but on the whole not entirely effective.
He facepalmed and rolled his eyes. "******** heeeeeellll man. Only king of the pathetic wastes of life would write a ******** nancy SONG as an insult. First you threaten to suck my d**k then you write me a dodgy serenade."
"Wow man. Just wow."
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:44 pm
The smirk vanished, and Jordan looked away, face falling into a blank mask. The last comment had stung sharply, all the more so because he couldn't fully deny it; there'd certainly been some element of - not pity, precisely, but a protective urge in his interest in Jerry. Not the only feeling involved by far, but there.
"On second thought," he said, stood up, and took a bottle out of the box, prying it open with a quick twist.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 9:48 pm
"You can hide your woes in misery,
but you'll just drive them all away.
You can curse and spit all gingery,
But that's not what'll make 'em stay~
Remember this important step:
It helps not to be Rep."
Aaaaaah there was his Jerry place. Strumma-strumma-twang.
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