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Apr 30, 2009 19:42

I'm all for brotherhood, but walkin' down the PUBLIC PATH in this place is like bein' in a fuckin' gay pride parade. Dudes holdin' hands and touchin' each other and shit, like they just GOTTA do it where everybody can see it. It's fuckin' disgustin', especially when this place is crawlin' with Grade A Prime tail. Why the fuck would you make out with a DUDE when there's supermodels walkin' around just waitin' for somebody to HIT THAT SHIT? It's fucked up, I'm tellin' ya.

That's why I've decided I gotta strike a blow for TEAM HETERO, and the best way I know to do that is a party. Can't exactly run down to the store and buy a keg in this place, so I grabbed a few bottles of good shit I had saved and then stopped by Nixon's to see if I could talk him out of a few more. He said he'd give me a couple more bottles of booze if I had the party there in the courtyard where he could keep an eye on it, and fuck, if this was any other officer I might have a problem with it, but this is Nixon. Dude's drunk as FUCK and chasin' tail 24-7, yo. He's like a fuckin' God. I even forgive him when he takes down the "No Faggots Allowed" sign.

[OOC: Gathering! Hot chicks and straight dudes welcome, others welcome to try and crash it. Feel free to go buck wild and get totally hammered, brah.]

joe toye, plot: opposite plot, daisy adair, dr. nicholas garrigan, richard winters, edmund pevensie, eugene roe, harry welsh, jen, lewis nixon, gathering, sonya blade-hasashi, bill guarnere, adam monroe

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