Ahriman chuckles at the other.
"Alright alright." he said softly and then. "To paint Vae purple."
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Ahriman chuckles at the other.
"Alright alright." he said softly and then. "To paint Vae purple."
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West opened his mouth, surprised at the turn of the conversation, and the rampant hypocrisy. He closed, then opened it again to make a joke... then closed it again, realizing the joke might not be seen as funny by everyone.
Damn, I look like a goldfish. But, shit, lawnmowers. That's fucking hilarious.
He rubbed his face again, as if affirming to himself that he was, indeed, drunk.
What he needed, was air.
Grabbing the empty beer bottles, he began heading towards the nearest fence rail to line them up.
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There's a slight frown on Joshua's face at this conversational turn. Funny how their attempts to explain what they were talking about were only serving to make him more confused. "I think if there's to be any painting of people, that can be done as a separate, later, activity. Elsewhere. And later. And, elsewhere." Did he say 'elsewhere' already? No, of course not.
He watches West set up the bottles. Finally. Something fun.
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Satisfied with having convinced the Hierarch to mingle, he does keeps his words in mind as he turns back to the other, younger crowd, "Yea. I no longer have any issues with that paintjob. In fact, perhaps we can do that again. Maybe this time I'll actually enjoy it."
He then stops, and has to rewind for a moment, "Wait... Tamwood did you just..." he stops for a moment squeezing his eyes shut, then holds up a hand, his other cradling his beer, "Okay. I know they say its 'okay' if its in a three-way, but I only accept this rule if we also consider the third person female, and respect the three foot rule."
Rewind completed, he turns back to West and Morris as they begin to wander off, and the alcohol and his mischievous nature gets the better of him. As he pours his next beer, this time dropping a shot of jack into the cup as well he calls out, "Don't worry. I was fully clothed during the body painting. I assure you, My hands stayed on the paintbrush at most times. It was like riding a motorcycle. No deathwish, hands on the handle bars."
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Setting up the three bottles on the fence rail, West returned.
Picking up the belt, he slowly buckled it on, tying the thigh tie at the bottom of the holster as well. He slowly flexed his hand, rippling his fingers in a wave, then wiped them on his jeans.
The sounds of the bottles exploding were almost simultaneous with the loud reports of the revolver firing as the Peacemaker jumped into his hand and he fanned the trigger.
"Salem, I'm not the worrying type."
There was a hint of a smile, the pistol dipped forward, then made a lazy spiral backward into the holster.
Rolls
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A startled jump, and the Thyrsus' head whips around to glare belligerently at the revolver. For a moment he holds the pose, motionless, heart racing.
Slowly, movement resumes as he quells the sudden adrenaline rush, shaking his head to clear it. Eyes flick to amongst the group as he places a greater distance between himself and the Magister.
After a moment, he settles down next to Ahriman. "Maybe we can find a topic that makes people less ... excitable?"
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Now Mike looks really confused to Salem. 'Sorry man, I really can't follow you anymore.' He shakes his head and shrugs. Surely Salem couldn't have said three-way a.k.a threesome, could he?!
After the decision that he might need some rest, the Moros joins Ahriman and Animus. With a stupid drunk grin he says: 'Something that doesn't excite me? Challenge accepted.'
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"Don't care, didn't ask," Joshua mutters to himself at Salem's talk of paints, squeezing his eyes shut. He would put his hands to his ears but that would be a little too obvious; he knew from experience that the ragging would never end if that happened. To get some space from the Frat Kids, he picks up a few more empties and walks out to line them up. He takes his time, trying to get some deep breathing in while he's out there. Hitting people was something he could understand. Touching them... that was something else.
Finished, he gets the hell out of the way.
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West unbuckled and untied the belt, then handed it out to Joshua.
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Ahriman sighs and leans back.
"This is fun." he says to the others. "I don't think we really need to get more drunk. Still if we want to we can play never have I ever. Those who don't want to get more drunk can follow along with sodas."
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