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((I aim to please.))

"see its all in the spices here...you just wait till you taste ma brisket OOOWEEE is it gonna send you straight ta hog heaven!! course the best brisket yer ever like ta find is gonna be texan stahle, like ma old Master Chief used ta say 'if it aint texan it aint right' course ahm not truly a texan native ma'ownself. nosir ah was born up there at the norrthpole. but ever since ah went down there after i turned human i reckon that place is the happiest ah been since ah was just a cub. shoot you might even say i adopted the state as ma own...hmm...maybe its the otherway around...oh well..either way, ah'm bout as texan as yer like ta find." about this time the smell coming off the grill is amazing, it seems to reach out and caress you senses and make you beg for more all without you even realizing it. Bill continues cooking, adding spice every now and again, turning the meat occasionally. he seems to be at perfect peace with world, as if the simple act of grilling was more zen for him than a thousand buddhists could muster in a whole year. eventually the rich tangy odor fills the room and snakes out into the halls.

"TATER CHIPS!?! Hell ya i got me sum chips..." he rifles around inside the cooler then comes up with a bag of cape cod kettle style potato chips "here ya go boy, them there are one of the finest things these yankees ever done come up with. well, that an New England Clam chowder a'course. and as ta yer other question, yesir pork shoulder is onna the best cuts available fer smokin. Hell you head down round North Carolina and you'll get yerself somma the best damn pulled pork anywhere in the world, thats a dang-gum gaurentee" He starts riflin through his cooler and pulls out 1/2 of a chicken which he slathers in bbq sauce then sets off to the side. he begins cutting up vegetables and potatoes which he adds various seasonings too then wraps in tin foil and puts them on the grill. after a few more surrepitious glances and checks he closes the grill and pulls a big glass 1.75 gallon jug out of the cooler filled with a a dark pinkish liquid. he holds it up with a devilish gleam in eyes "this here, is somma the best dang homade ack-ie-haul yer like ta get yer hands on, somma ma own homebrand sangria. gauranteed ta make you giddier than a schoolgirl in tha back of a rednecks truck by a river bank onna warm summer night!" he grabs 2 glasses and adds some ice then fills them to the brim with the cool liquid. he hands one ta lu "here ya go son, this here'll warm an igloo on an arctic winter night...and put hair on yer a**!" he raises his glasses and drinks down fully 2/3s the contents in one sip and then exclaims loudly "aaaahhhhhhhh ooo-wee that'll git ya drunk." he refills the rest of his glass "best part is, ya wont know yer gone till ya cant stand up on yer own" he chuckles and takes another long sip

((oh... my...... *slaps forehead*))

Walking in Raven stopped short.

"...." Opening her mouth and then closing it a few times she stared at Bill, "I don't think Neko will be happy..."

Looking around quickly Raven walked briskly over to the two weirdos and set her hands on her hips. "Bill, where did you get this??"

Aislann opened the door enough for him to just slip in. He was beyond exhausted and was working on the last of his reserves. He wasn't sure exactly what had happened to him but whatever it was, he was almost sure it had something to do with Big Mouth. He didn't even know how long he'd been out for.

The lights in the room hurt his eyes and he shielded them with an arm. His clothes were wet and his hair was mussed. He was maddest about that more than anything, he was thinking he might have to cut it.

He moved in and dropped his body to the floor, against the wall. He forgot that he never spent anytime here, so he hadn't an apartment. He smiled though, a challenge in his head.

He'd seen the woman just coming into the room and made up his mind. He got up and wiped his face with his sleeve. He grabbed a plate with a hunk of cheese and a knife from the cafeteria and went up to her.

"And your name is?"

He was glad she moved over, the plot opening itself up endlessly. Smiles were unabled to held inside as he sat beside her and offered the food. "I'm Aislann. I've never seen you around here. And I'm sure I'd never forget your face. You're new, right?"

"I'm only mad that I let my tired feelings show. A demon is only as strong as he looks, ya know. Oh and, let's go with I went on a long trip courtesy of a friend of mine and I'm meaning to pay her back." He looked around wanting to see Dessik or Dae right about now but he knew that was against the rules. He'd give them a call. He would rather not see Taish though for just one more century if more. "Whadda ya mean, different, though? Everyone seems perfect-ish to me.