shitposting rave 4: (almost) anything goes

Yeah, yeah I love you too you dumbass.

Yeah sure!

I mean! *starts snickering* I'm a little awkward I guess.

 

*gives a wink*

 

Thanks. What brand though?

 

You're so dreamy Marcus. Dreamy and toting booze in your manly hugging arms. Just the dreamiest. You've got more where that came from right?

[He is leaning on him hard now.]

 

You just made thee biggest mistake. Rule in mber one around Cait is don't give Cait beer or drugs. Same goes for Hancock.

 

*Is it possible that she somehow smells worse while hitting on girls? She's moseying on over either way.*

 

-amused suspicion- Yer just talking jetfuel aren´t you?

 

-shakes her head, still laughing- Nah man, I'm mostly fucking with you. I just like doing awful things to my senses, it annoys the evil-is-a-human-construct bastard in my head to no end.

 

Um... *Looks at his bottle* Bud light?

Of course I do, what kind of friend would I be if I didn't? *Clears his throat, trying to mimic Wrench's voice* One does not tease The Wrench with beer!

*Doesn't seem to be having too much trouble supporting this doof, but does abandon the nearly-gone six pack in favor of wrapping his arm around Wrench*

 

Fuck yeah! Gets better in the future. Trust me.

 

I mean, I figured out how to hack this matrix thing to summon infinite beer so it's no big.

Huh... How does that work?

 

*stands her ground and sees his far this will go*

 

Would I do that? I don't even know what that is, so probably.
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You have learned well, young padawan! Truly, you are on your way to mastery.

[He snags another beer before the six-pack is abandoned and starts drinking. Hell fuckin yes.]

 

I'll take 3 then.

 

Dude, wanna see something fucking awesome? *Finishes off his beer and pulls his cellphone out*

Order up!

*slides a thumb over his cell phone screen and three beers appear in front of Handcock, while a keg appears in front of him and Wrench with a stack of red solo cups. The keg clearly states Heineken on the side.*

 

Holy shit. Holy shit. HOLY SHIT.
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-finally cracking the bottle now that she's not laughing too hard- Ah, good ol' panther piss.

-pregnant pause-

No commentary from the peanut gallery, Jakob?

After the Korean snake wine? This is a return to routine foulness.

Not-entirely-amicably possessed.

 

Yo! This is my new favorite guy. I gotta get me that doohickey there.

 

-is laughing his rusty ass off-

 

Dude, have I told you that you're fucking adorable lately?

Huh, that sounds like a uh interesting situation.