rp for barnacle_the
Billy, despite arguing about how nobody in their right mind should already be thinking about Christmas with Rachel, was losing the battle with his mood. It had steadily gone downhill since that morning, and he realized that maybe he shouldn't have bought that magazine, but doing destructive things to it was cathartic.
Sort of.
Barney was convinced he would turn Billy into a cigar and scotch kind of guy. Billy was beginning to think he'd get sold on the scotch, anyway, but then, that was the majority of the alcohol that Barney stored in the apartment.
After attempting to use failed substitues for darts on the face of his brother (note to self: forks and knives did not good darts make), he decided it was a good idea to at last finally destroy it. By setting it on fire. The little coffee table seemed inflammable enough for such a job. He vaguely wondered if that would set off smoke detectors but didn't really care. Maybe he could send the ashes to his brother then. With some horrible note. Maybe they'd have to shut down his building thinking it was anthrax or some kind of explosive mail. The idea made him giggle.
Sort of.
Barney was convinced he would turn Billy into a cigar and scotch kind of guy. Billy was beginning to think he'd get sold on the scotch, anyway, but then, that was the majority of the alcohol that Barney stored in the apartment.
After attempting to use failed substitues for darts on the face of his brother (note to self: forks and knives did not good darts make), he decided it was a good idea to at last finally destroy it. By setting it on fire. The little coffee table seemed inflammable enough for such a job. He vaguely wondered if that would set off smoke detectors but didn't really care. Maybe he could send the ashes to his brother then. With some horrible note. Maybe they'd have to shut down his building thinking it was anthrax or some kind of explosive mail. The idea made him giggle.