The legendary sucker strikes again

[slug_sannin]

Who: Tsunade and Bro Strider
When: Backdated to Thursday Night
Where: Tsunade's room
Summary: Tsunade made a bet with Bro that she could outdrink him.  If she wins, he'll tell her his real name.  If she loses?  Well, they haven't figured that part out.
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, drunken adults unsupervised, Bro, talk of breasts

Comments

[brosephgoebbels]

Well, Bro was excited. Goddammit. Pretty ladies and booze made the best combinations, it was like a recipe sent down from some awesome flying spaghetti god monster of god in the sky. Complete with tits and flashing. Not that this broad was your average Spring Breaker. If not just because of Legendary Tits, then because she was way better than that shit.

Or something.

Anyway, Bro was knocking impatiently on her door, and rather spasmodically, his knuckles tapping all over the thing as he beatboxes out a low rhythm. Awwwwryeah.

[slug_sannin]

That was annoying.

Tsunade had Deathbringer under her arm as she pulled the door open so the cub couldn't escape. Of course she had to be pet sitting that night while Sasha did . . . things with Eddie. Komaki was snoring on the desk with a pair of boxers she had stolen from somewhere. Evidently Bro didn't register as a threat since all he got was a sleepy blink and a small tail thumping on the desk before the monster passed out again.

"About time, Bro. Come in. I have to keep the door shut since I'm watching the cub for Sasha and it's constantly trying to escape."

i think he's a cougar, right

[brosephgoebbels]

He pauses when she opens the door, hands still stuck in place and about to knock at the empty air, whoops. He stops beatboxing, at least - gosh, so rude, interrupting his show - and then just adjusts his shades.

"Is it about time or is it -- right on time?" he suggests, very seriously, frowning meaningfully. And then thinking better of his shitty pun and just stepping inside and hipchecking the door shut behind him.

In her room on the first date, he was so smooth. This wasn't at all out of convenience or anything like that. He just points to Deathbringer, curiously, eyebrows raising up over his shades. "That's a goddamn -- big cat."

Yup, still cute and cuddly

[slug_sannin]

"This is Deathbringer. You boys play nice." She put the cub down so he could roam the room while she turned to her selection of brain killing liquids. "None of it's much better than rotgut, but it should do the job. Can't be too picky in this place."

Yes, she was just going to ignore his puns completely. It seemed to be the best solution to things.