Caritas - Friday evening [Open]
GOB was lacking something in his life. Some excitement. Some drama. Some women in various states of undress.
Something needed to change. He was going to find himself a woman and get her drunk tonight.
That's when he noticed the Zombie Bass Player's zombie girlfriend making eye contact (with her remaining eye) and waving to him in a manner that - if her flesh weren't rotting - could have been cute.
GOB, being an experienced flirt, recognized the meaning behind that wave.
He didn't need a woman that bad. He did, however, need a drink. That's why he was drinking tonight.
[OOC: I'm around. Huzzah!]
Something needed to change. He was going to find himself a woman and get her drunk tonight.
That's when he noticed the Zombie Bass Player's zombie girlfriend making eye contact (with her remaining eye) and waving to him in a manner that - if her flesh weren't rotting - could have been cute.
GOB, being an experienced flirt, recognized the meaning behind that wave.
He didn't need a woman that bad. He did, however, need a drink. That's why he was drinking tonight.
[OOC: I'm around. Huzzah!]