~Cheasy M tips the box of wine up, taking 3 large gulps before reaching over to grab a piece of the mutilated turkey that had landed close to his plate. He sniffs it, then shoved the piece in his mouth. He immediately gags before spitting the piece out across the table. It lands in Marcus Welsh’s lap.~
Cheasy M: This isn’t turkey, it’s tofurkey! What the hell?
Cheasy M: That’s all well and good, but I’m still waiting on Marcus to answer me. What are you trying to pull on us with this tofurkey nonsense. We all came to this sausage party to put some meat in our mouths!
Post by The Nickleman on Nov 22, 2022 8:19:02 GMT -5
The Nickleman comes out of the bathroom after having taken a big bifford on the toilet. Flies swirl around him as he shuts the bathroom door and takes his place at the table. He looks around at all the commotion before turning his attention to the rumham he had hidden inside his jacket. He looks over to Marcus, willing to fulfill his desires.
Nickleman: Do you want some rumham? I didn't get no dooky on it.
The Nickleman extends the rumham towards Cheasy M, inviting him to take a bit.
~Cheasy leans his head over and takes a big bite out of the rumham. Juices fly everywhere as he twists his head to break the meat off. He chews for a few moments before swallowing enough of it to speak.~
"Whoa calm down there, There is nowhere else I'd rather be. I mean except for maybe with Checkers,it's my first Holiday season without him."
*Curt pours one out for his homie.*
Lord Allton nods.
Allton: My apologies, Mr. Canon. I meant no disrespect of course. Ah yes, your capuchin monkey wasn't it? I remember being told how you had one as a pet. My condolences on your loss...
: Mike Zybala walks in from the concessions area holding a huge bowl of something. He puts it on the table and smiles at everyone. :
Zybala: Spaghetti-Os anyone? They have the meatballs! I'm thankful Marcus finally left the Outsiders house hahaha. Nah. You're welcomed their anytime, my friend.
Post by Marcus Welsh on Nov 23, 2022 12:51:25 GMT -5
~Welsh snaps his fingers. Everybody looks at him like "wtf, you're not in charge, fuck off." Welsh sighs, stands and opens a secret wine cabinet, removing a few more bottles. He gives them both to Syren. Syren looks up at him...he also requested a knife~
Marcus Welsh: Yea, umm...maybe just the wine for now.
~Welsh heads back to his seat, smoothly snatching the spaghetti-os from Zybala~
~Welsh snaps his fingers. Everybody looks at him like "wtf, you're not in charge, fuck off." Welsh sighs, stands and opens a secret wine cabinet, removing a few more bottles. He gives them both to Syren. Syren looks up at him...he also requested a knife~
Marcus Welsh: Yea, umm...maybe just the wine for now.
~Welsh heads back to his seat, smoothly snatching the spaghetti-os from Zybala~
Marcus Welsh: thankyouverymuch
Syren chuckles at the implication that a 2nd bottle of wine can not be used as a knife. He begins drinking it with great purpose.
Zybala: Since I'm standing, can I grab anyone anything? Scott? Jars of Mayo and Miracle Whip? Greggers? A distraction for Marcus so you can actually eat? Rob? Dylan?