Up in the room...

[oh_wowee]

Toki opened the door and flopped down on the single, huge bed, having dragged along what he could bring with his sore, stiff, exhaustion-weakened arms, which was his guitar, amp, and puke bucket.

"FUCKS DE BAR!" He repeated, muffled by the pillow under his mouth.

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[dats_dildoes]

Skwisgaar followed, leafing through the booklet, only half-paying attention to either it or Toki, "Isn't so bads Toki. Besides, we's is can probably be thinksing up some totally brutals stories of where we was for when Nat'an asks. Maybe says we got eats by lions or something."

[oh_wowee]

"Dats is a stupid stories. I say we gots trap in a avalanche whiles skiings."

Hey, it sounded less stupid to him. He rolled over, looking up at Skwisgaar, "We gots a new groupies in de bar, she's gots, corpsepaint only is her real skin." He tried to look on the bright side of things. He'd been all yelled out.

[dats_dildoes]

Both brows arched, "Seriouslies?" Because that would be totally metal, "Dat's is like, beings totally metals."

And then, "But we's is never skis before Toki, you's thinks he would believes it?"

[oh_wowee]

"Ja, I guess so." He sighed.

"Nah, I guess we gots to goes with the eats by lions." He crawled under the covers of the bed, pulling out of his vomit and sweat-stained shirt, tossing it aside.

"I needs a fucking nap."