shitposting rave 5: discount rejects from every genre

It's--

I mean sorta pri--

*CHOKE LAUGHS*

like a dog dick

 

Lissa hisses, then goes back to being comforting.

 

You're a perfect little peach, you know that, kid?

[He grins and lifts his drink to her, then goes back to sipping it.]

 

Now ur speakin' my language~

*pulls out a portable mixing table from... nowhere and sets it down, starts it up and it's some rather chill house mixes that are very clearly inspired by classical piano music. Nice stuff, really.*

 

[Jack pointedly doesn't think about his other name. That's just counter productive!]

I should get 'jackass' tattooed on an ass cheek.

 

Ford's fetch hears that hiss and as soon as he can find a couch to drop himself on at home, he wakes up in the rave--fully dressed once more even if he is under a pile of fur (and an actual furry blanket that is not shaped like a wolf). Once the wolf is carefully dislodged he glances over at Lissa and sees her and Sitara cuddled with Marcus.

"Is everything okay over here?"

 

You don't understand. What invoked my fucking "holy wrath" was you using my relationship having trouble as a subject for small talk.

You making a joke about my name? Probably chill, long as you don't make it about that kinda shit.

*grins*

I could get used to seeing that every night.

 

Lissa nods and pats her other side.

(The wolf jumps up next to her before Ford can sit down.)

 

Yuh.

DOG...

*Gently reaches forward with a hand, even if he's a bit drunk and excited about a dog(tm) he's not stupid* Hey buddy.

 

Oh? Is someone looking to see my ass on a regular basis? Not that I'm objecting, of course. Just curious.

[He grins back.]

 

Yeah. Someone is. And that someone is me.

 

IN A STUNNING DISPLAY OF ONE-UPMANSHIP, YOU CAN KEEP THE ROYALTIES.

MY PEASANT ASS IS RULING OVER EVERY HIGHBLOOD ON-PLANET, MONEY IS THE LEAST OF MY WORRIES

WELL YEAH, YOU'VE YET TO DO ANYTHING WORTH SWOONING OVER, WORM. THE DAY YOU DO, I'LL GO INTO SHOCK AND PROMPTLY DIE, AND YOU WILL BE FREE TO TRASH MY HIVE WITHOUT REPERCUSSIONS FOR THE REST OF YOUR ABSURDLY LONG LIFE

 

[He closes his eyes and savors for a couple seconds. Now this, this is what he's talking about.]

Too bad about you kicking the bucket like that, would've liked to see a comeback album returning to your roots. Your new shit's too screechy.

Juuuuust peachy. Speaking of peaches--

[He's got a peach bellini now. Music like this demands cocktails.]

 

New shit got me more moolah, still did sum secret stuff. If ur nice I'll tell u where it's hidden. It's like this.

*Takes a drink of his own drink, looks damn stupid doing it too. He is very much not showing his face though.*

 

Lucky for you, my ass is fabulous.

[He makes a wide, overreaching gesture with his hands.]

 

But where's the art in it, man? I mean, I can't fault you for selling out, I'd do it too, but you completely lost the whole feel you were going for. It sucks.

 

Missha knows he is not a dog. But Lissa's friend has been drinking stinkwater, hasn't he. He sniffs the hand.

 

Ford considers telling Marcus that that's not a dog. But scaring Marcus would make Missha more uncomfortable, and thus less safe around strangers. So he doesn't.

 

Yep.

*church goes behind jack and tentatively reaches for his ass, blushing and desperately hoping that it's not too forward of him*

 

That's what I did the secret shit for? Also I wuz in a rly rly bad place when I started doin' the new shit.