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Who: Xanxus, Yaha, Molokov eventually
Where: Bar in Terra
When: Night of this thread
Summary: Xanxus is a sore loser. :|
Rating: R. For language and violence and Yaha
Other: oogabooga
Xanxus was halfway into a bottle of whiskey almost by the time he sat down at what he had dubbed as his booth, situated near the back of the bar and facing the door. At this point, he wasn't even using the glass that had been handed to him, deciding to not bother with wasting time pouring things when he could just as easily swig.
He was bitter. Of course he was fucking bitter. If he couldn't win, he didn't want any of that trash to win, but what had to happen? A giant fucking crucifix had to go and break off from the altar and crush him. Poetic justice for his actions? Maybe.
So he needed to let out his frustrations, and that was going to be done in one of two ways: he was either going to go on a rampage and blow up half of the Daily headquarters, or he was going to fuck someone through a mattress. Figuring option two would be a little less public, Xanxus had chosen that route, and knew perfectly well that there was someone out there who would be more than receptive to his anger.
His eyes went to the door and he took another drink. He would give Yaha another three minutes before he headed into work a little early.
Where: Bar in Terra
When: Night of this thread
Summary: Xanxus is a sore loser. :|
Rating: R. For language and violence and Yaha
Other: oogabooga
Xanxus was halfway into a bottle of whiskey almost by the time he sat down at what he had dubbed as his booth, situated near the back of the bar and facing the door. At this point, he wasn't even using the glass that had been handed to him, deciding to not bother with wasting time pouring things when he could just as easily swig.
He was bitter. Of course he was fucking bitter. If he couldn't win, he didn't want any of that trash to win, but what had to happen? A giant fucking crucifix had to go and break off from the altar and crush him. Poetic justice for his actions? Maybe.
So he needed to let out his frustrations, and that was going to be done in one of two ways: he was either going to go on a rampage and blow up half of the Daily headquarters, or he was going to fuck someone through a mattress. Figuring option two would be a little less public, Xanxus had chosen that route, and knew perfectly well that there was someone out there who would be more than receptive to his anger.
His eyes went to the door and he took another drink. He would give Yaha another three minutes before he headed into work a little early.