by The Kingpin » Fri Jun 12, 2009 11:17 pm
"If you're in the mood for a walk on the beach, sure, i'd love the company" said Drake with a smile, as he continued walking, heading for the back door, which led to the patio overlooking the sea...
Meanwhile, Spencer came across Tony, who was WALKING down the second floor hallway mumbling something that involved dogs, kennels, brothels and, of course, his swear word of choice. "Something wrong?" he asked. "Somethin wrong? no no, nothin's wrong, HELL NO nothin's wrong....just wonderin' if Drake's finally goin batshit and openin' his own whorehouse or somethin'....we're in the middle of a fuckin' war and all anyone can think of is-" he grumbled as Spencer interrupted "Everyone needs a break at some point. they can't just-". before he could finish, Tony interrupted again. "A break? a BREAK? a break's sittin by the fire and havin a pint o'beer or watchin' a movie, not-" Spencer once again interrupted the rant "Everyone has their own outlook on how to unwind". "Oh, well excuse me, i seem to have missed the 'To Bed or Not To Bed' convention!" squawked Tony. Spencer just chuckled. "Get outta here, Tony. you know damn well you'd probably be doing the same thing if you got the chance" he said. "Yeah, well at least i'd wait till there AIN'T a risk of being charged by a random pack of monsters serving whoever wants me DEAD!". Spencer just chuckled. "you got me there...but hey, do you see anyone charging?" he asked. "These guys don't wait for ya to see em....you could be sittin in the fuckin' shower then all of a sudden BOOM, you're bein' strangled by the shower hose, or stabbed in the back with some wierd silver knife, or staked in the heart, or hit with a bucket of holy water or somethin'. HELLO! we AIN'T IN THE 1800S NO MORE, KIDDO! The days of organised army lines DIED OUT WITH THE DINOSAURS! YOU HEAR ME NOW?!" squawked Tony. "Fine, fine. enough with the squawking though. it's getting on my nerves" said Spencer. "Oh, so now i'm gettin' on your nerves now, is that it? i'm some fuckin' pest, like a fly buzzin' 'round ya head? i'm some fuckin' itch in yer *** that ya can't get rid of, is THAT IT?!" ranted Tony. "Zip it or tonight's special soup will be the Thai dish: Tom Yum Owl" responded Spencer. Tony's eyes widened and he immediately stopped talking. Spencer had guessed right. Tony HAD, at the very least, spent some time in Thailand. "That's better. now, how's about we watch that movie you were talking about?" he asked. Tony shrugged, and Spencer headed back for the stairs...he wondered where Thanatos was...
"Ah yes, organised chaos. the sign of a clever but ever-busy mind. To the perpetrator, a carefully woven web of belongings and intrigue, but to the bystander? Madness!"
–William Beckett, Lore of Leyuna RPG