UNICORN KEGGER
Characters: Gene Hunt, EVERYBODY!
Rating: PG-13
Time Period: Modern
Relative Date: Uh, after this? WHENEVER THE DEAD UNICORN IS STILL FRESH. (No, really, don't fret about timing, just show up.)
Status: Open to all and sundry! Come on, it's a barbecue-slash-kegger. And feel free to start your own threads within the log. :D
Gene had been meaning to investigate the sleek glass and steel building on the fringes of the grounds, but when he stepped outside and nearly tripped over a dead unicorn, he had an entirely different idea. One that only a manly man confronted with a large amount of raw meat could have.
Yes, despite the fact that he was city born and bred, Gene Hunt was going to have a barbecue.
He returned to the castle to round up supplies - draping his coat over the unicorn - and returned with a rolling cart loaded...well, primarily with alcohol, but he also had two saws and a shovel. He went to work sawing off the unicorn's head and hooves and deposited them in the forest, then, after stripping his shirt off and having a quick wash in a stream, he gathered wood for his fire.
Next up was the pit - all right, so it was an awfully shallow pit, but there was enough room to put the unicorn on a bed of wood. He started the fire smoldering under the unicorn and took a few steps back, proudly surveying his work. (So maybe he didn't really have any idea how long it took meat to cook. Gene had a Neanderthal's knowledge that fire plus raw meat equaled cooked meat - or occasionally burnt meat.)
He figured that it would take a few hours, though, so he went back in to take a shower. Shortly thereafter, he returned to the scene of the crime - or the delicious barbecue, depending on your point of view - with more booze in hand. Gene also knew that any party worth its salt required enough alcohol to drown, well, a unicorn.
Like any man in the process of grilling, Gene cracked open a frosty cold bottle of beer and took a swig, watching his masterpiece burn. Er, cook.
Rating: PG-13
Time Period: Modern
Relative Date: Uh, after this? WHENEVER THE DEAD UNICORN IS STILL FRESH. (No, really, don't fret about timing, just show up.)
Status: Open to all and sundry! Come on, it's a barbecue-slash-kegger. And feel free to start your own threads within the log. :D
Gene had been meaning to investigate the sleek glass and steel building on the fringes of the grounds, but when he stepped outside and nearly tripped over a dead unicorn, he had an entirely different idea. One that only a manly man confronted with a large amount of raw meat could have.
Yes, despite the fact that he was city born and bred, Gene Hunt was going to have a barbecue.
He returned to the castle to round up supplies - draping his coat over the unicorn - and returned with a rolling cart loaded...well, primarily with alcohol, but he also had two saws and a shovel. He went to work sawing off the unicorn's head and hooves and deposited them in the forest, then, after stripping his shirt off and having a quick wash in a stream, he gathered wood for his fire.
Next up was the pit - all right, so it was an awfully shallow pit, but there was enough room to put the unicorn on a bed of wood. He started the fire smoldering under the unicorn and took a few steps back, proudly surveying his work. (So maybe he didn't really have any idea how long it took meat to cook. Gene had a Neanderthal's knowledge that fire plus raw meat equaled cooked meat - or occasionally burnt meat.)
He figured that it would take a few hours, though, so he went back in to take a shower. Shortly thereafter, he returned to the scene of the crime - or the delicious barbecue, depending on your point of view - with more booze in hand. Gene also knew that any party worth its salt required enough alcohol to drown, well, a unicorn.
Like any man in the process of grilling, Gene cracked open a frosty cold bottle of beer and took a swig, watching his masterpiece burn. Er, cook.