Considering that the majority of the club had probably worked off a good amount of aggression against their reptile friends the other day, Ghanima was pleased to see how many people actually showed up. "Good evening," she said cheerily. "Nice to see no one got eaten by the fish
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Either he could stay home, get drunk, and write in his journal, he could go to Caritas, get drunk, and pretend to be social, or he could come to Fight Club, remain sober, and possibly leave with a black eye. Again.
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Nathan really needed a social life.
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Staying still was not the order of the day for Zack today, no.
There were more than a few Pixie Stix poking out from his pockets, yes.
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"Uh, hey, Zack," she said, wanting to be absolutely sure. "Are those..."
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Yes, her fears had been confirmed.
"They're called Pixie Stix! Turtle sold them to me! Cut me a deal on them and everything! Want some? I have plenty, I don't mind sharing. They're good!"
All of that, and he hadn't even missed a beat between squats.
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"She did! There are different flavors, too. I have to save some for Dinah. She likes the purple ones. Don't tell her, I had to sneak a purple one for myself, too, just to know what they taste like. They're grape!"
This! Was! Amazing! News! Really!
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"Today?"
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It was a big handful of empties.
"However many that is?"
It's a very good thing there's an OOC thread in this post. The world could have ended via Zack, otherwise.
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Perhaps it was just difficult to tell, what with all of the bouncing and twitching and doing squats. He was still tossing in the odd one between sentences, actually.
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Swaaaay. Wobble. Wiggle. Bounce.
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