Post by Bobby Bourbon on Jan 30, 2023 2:54:30 GMT -5
In catching up with Bobby Bourbon following Decadence, it's evident he's unhappy. He's seated at a lonely booth in the finest IHOP in Key West, Florida, drowning his sorrows in Butter Pecan Syrup, never ending pancakes, and what looks like three dozen eggs over easy. Glancing up, Bobby cocks an eyebrow towards the hapless phone camera capturing him and delivering this to the globe. At IHOP. In Key West. Don't fucking google it for fucks sake. It's also after he was in Green Bay Wisconsin, elsewhere.
Oh, hi there! Cute phone, you ugly piece of shit. I'm Bobby, don't know who the fuck you are, but I'm glad you're recording me on that! Marcus Welsh, man, you had a helluva hard on for making sure the Brotherhood of Bastards didn't succeed tonight, and, welp, kudos, I wasn't in a place to cheat and put my guys over, but at least someone was!
Bobby hoists the Blueberry Syrup decanter up and then pours it over his eggs.
Oh, I have a thing for syrup. Continuity! Score! Anyhow, I get how you wanted to rig shit and shoot for ratings, off our backs, and, well, I don't see how you earned that.
Bobby closes his eyes and shakes his head.
This?
Bobby looks up, glaring through the lense focused on him.
This is not over.
Oh, hi there! Cute phone, you ugly piece of shit. I'm Bobby, don't know who the fuck you are, but I'm glad you're recording me on that! Marcus Welsh, man, you had a helluva hard on for making sure the Brotherhood of Bastards didn't succeed tonight, and, welp, kudos, I wasn't in a place to cheat and put my guys over, but at least someone was!
Bobby hoists the Blueberry Syrup decanter up and then pours it over his eggs.
Oh, I have a thing for syrup. Continuity! Score! Anyhow, I get how you wanted to rig shit and shoot for ratings, off our backs, and, well, I don't see how you earned that.
Bobby closes his eyes and shakes his head.
This?
Bobby looks up, glaring through the lense focused on him.
This is not over.