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 Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 5:45 pm
After the long silence, the texting, and the buzz from his pocket, Harrison dug his phone out. "You're serious, you can't even say it, you're going to send some Penthouse thing to my phone?"
Harrison read the series of texts with the growing conclusion that, yes, Marcus was about to spin a lurid pornographic tale. He had just been messing with him, but okay.
After 'so she made us take off out shirts and coats', though, the story fizzled out into a whole lot of nothing.
"Wow," Harrison said, "All five of you? That is some kinky s**t."
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 5:51 pm
He gave Harrison a solemn nod for his question, somewhat amused that he wasn't the only person Marcus went after with that ******** sword.
He actually fought the urge to comment as the two seemed to negotiate some sort of deal for details of the little run in with Julie, the near pint of vodka he'd managed to imbibe in such a short amount of time really starting to buzz his senses. Maybe he should have doled it out in shots. Maybe. After being cold turkey for so many ******** weeks.
Oh well, too late.
He raaaised a brow at the blonde man's comment though and laughed. "Wow ******** deed. Sounds like some pretty ******** grisly s**t if you have to TEXT it."
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 5:55 pm
"........." Marcus suddenly wanted to punch Harrison.
He wanted to punch him a lot. But he wanted to play that game? Okay, Marcus was done with his ********, and next time you're invited." He smiled at Rep. "Both of you are invited."
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 6:05 pm
Leon could have sworn someone said the magic word, Punch.
Why he was standing there in a pair of firefighters pants and matching hat, he wasn't going to say.
"Do we still have pizza, I'm famished."
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 6:21 pm
"Nah, I'll stay sober, but thanks." Jordan nodded to Harrison.
"Jerry - " he said, and stopped, concerned by the look in his friend's eyes, poorly hidden desperation melting into disturbing bliss when the bottle was handed over. "Don't overdo it, man, okay?"
When Marcus made a comment about taking pictures of drunken antics, Jordan smirked but let Marcus defend himself. He intended exactly the same thing, but if Marcus was dumb enough to let the subjects know about it while they were still sober enough to throw things at him for it, he deserved the ribbing he was getting. Jordan did lean over interestedly to watch the sordid story spin out on Harrison's phone, though he was likewise faintly disappointed when the apparent buildup fizzled out into a boring conclusion.
"The part about the tentacles was kind of interesting, I thought," he commented.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 6:22 pm
The conversation between the men, plus Leon walking in wearing that.. made Robert have one thing to say.
"GGGGAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY."
He hiccuped and took another sip, then instantly looked at Jordan contritely. It looked like he was seconds away from saying 'no offense'. Please stop him.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 6:25 pm
Jordan arched an eyebrow at Robert's half-apologetic look, but said nothing.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 6:29 pm
"I'll have to pass on that man. Like I told you before, standards and s**t. "
He did a double take at Jordan though. "Tenta-WHAT?" He looked over at Marcus and wished he really hadn't, not grateful for that mental image.
But in averting his gaze he spotted Leon instead. And stared. Holy s**t. Robert took the words right out of his mouth. So he pointed a finger dazedly in the other man's direction before stammering at Leon.
"What he said. Aren't the ******** fireman strippers meant to be at /woman/ parties?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 6:35 pm
leon only response was to look at Robert in mild speculation and throw the hat at him. "I threw all my clothes in the laundry and found this in my room." he explained with a shrug and made himself comfortable on the floor.
"i'm sure you wore something worse and sequin-y as a dancer so you can shove it." Looks like there was also no ******** given in the Country of Leon. "And Rep, keep your singles or whatever kid change you have in your pockets to yourself or to the penny machines."
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 6:44 pm
"People paid me to wear that s**t. Is anybody paying you, fireman?" He kept his bottle of Bacardi as far away from Leon as possible. "I didn't think so."
He lifted a finger to agree that Leon should go strip for the girls, but then he remembered Petra was at that party, and shut his mouth. It's okay, stay and hang out with us, gay fireman.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 6:57 pm
"Let's compare. having a scrapful of change wearing a tutu in swan lake, to taking part of sold out stadiums to watch a premiere in the boxing ring." Leon replied back with palms upward and the imaginary scale tipping favor towards one side. "i'll let you guess who got paid more, and therefore can wear whatever the hell he wanted to." yeah, he went there.
"it was the only thing left in my closet that was still clean and not thrown in the washer, so deal with it." he stated curtly and picked up a bottle of water from the vending machiene and took a sip. "But the idea of paying the girls a visit might be worth it, why don't we all just go?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 7:09 pm
Robert's happy go lucky attitude flew right out the window as he stormed towards Leon, chest bumping the man until he was pinned against a wall, and setting his arm against Leon's throat. "YOU WANNA GO? I WILL ******** GO RIGHT NOW MAN." He did not deal well with people knowing about his dancing career. "And for your ******** RECORD, a*****e, I sold out theatres too. I'm pretty confident your paycheck and mine were probably pretty even. So get off your high horse, before I knock you off it for you."
He lifted his Bacardi bottle, and took a swig, while his arm remained pressed against Leon's throat, and his eyes remained glaring viciously at the man. He was ready to fight, right then and there.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 7:16 pm
Rep watched the two men edge to the brink of a fight with the sort of bemused interest of a man who was enjoying his positive buzz.
Wait. Robert DANCED?
He tried to imagine it. It was pretty tough.
He supposed that at least a manfight was on the schedule for the evening. And it could possibly be more entertaining if one of the men was dressed up as a fireman. Sure. That worked. This party couldn't get any more gay if it tried. He had vodka, he gave no ********.
"Nice. Drinks and entertainment."
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 7:19 pm
"Robert," Jordan said mildly. "It just makes you better at fighting with Jazzy. Nobody thinks you're a wimp. And if anyone does, they'll be answering to me as well."
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 7:28 pm
"You went last time AND LOST." Leon barked back sharply and knocked Robert's arm away from his throat. There were some rules about personal space that even the boxer felt should remain sacred and respected. "No clinching on the ropes Ballerino, don't you try and do a barre here." With even a minimal amount of space between them, it gave the brunette a chance to step to the side and take a seat again.
and wonder about how humorous it was that Robert can get hotheaded faster than he himself could. "Whatever, the point still stands, there are the only clean clothes I have, stop getting your leotard in a bunch, we're in Allan's Casa de.... weirdo, lets not fight in here and make a mess."
it was as if the other life member forgot about the trouble they got in last time they argued.
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