TheHufflepuffRabbit
Weird Bunny Lurker
THE (drunk) ROBOT
Mitchs98
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A very pissed-off Anita entered the Rainy Traveller, her face covered in soot and her hair wild—which didn't match the silver cocktail dress she was wearing in the slightest. She practically slammed the door open after having steered her car in front of the shop, cast an exhausted look at Maria and Chuck, then stomped up to the counter. "Get me a beer and a Snickers bar, please," she said. Her voice quivered with obvious anger, and a few seconds later, she added; "And Bismarck. I need his dragon to set fire to three shitty-ass bars filled with shitty-ass people." There was a pause. "And a beer. Imma drink away all of this 'Mestusium slavery' bullshit until I don't remember my name." Her eyes were bloodshot as she looked from Chuck to Maria; she was already a little tipsy. "And a beer," she said again, a little stupidly, as she leaned against the counter, her arms hanging over. Screw Mestusium. Screw Boomer. Screw everyone. She was getting fucking wasted, and nobody could stop her. She walked over to the fridge, opening it as she took out a beer, lazily tossing the money at Maria.
"Keep the change. Time to get wasted," she said, opening the can and chugging the beverage down. It took her a minute to remember that she had come here for Bismarck's dragon. When she did, she had already finished her can and was starting on another one. "Eyyyyyy, 'Ria, mah maaaaan," She walked over to Maria and leaned against her. "'Ria, where's Bizzy's dragoon? Where's Bizzy? Imma blow up the whole town with him and get wasted and shit. Cool, riiiiiiight? Now where the Melonheads is he?"
A very pissed-off Anita entered the Rainy Traveller, her face covered in soot and her hair wild—which didn't match the silver cocktail dress she was wearing in the slightest. She practically slammed the door open after having steered her car in front of the shop, cast an exhausted look at Maria and Chuck, then stomped up to the counter. "Get me a beer and a Snickers bar, please," she said. Her voice quivered with obvious anger, and a few seconds later, she added; "And Bismarck. I need his dragon to set fire to three shitty-ass bars filled with shitty-ass people." There was a pause. "And a beer. Imma drink away all of this 'Mestusium slavery' bullshit until I don't remember my name." Her eyes were bloodshot as she looked from Chuck to Maria; she was already a little tipsy. "And a beer," she said again, a little stupidly, as she leaned against the counter, her arms hanging over. Screw Mestusium. Screw Boomer. Screw everyone. She was getting fucking wasted, and nobody could stop her. She walked over to the fridge, opening it as she took out a beer, lazily tossing the money at Maria.
"Keep the change. Time to get wasted," she said, opening the can and chugging the beverage down. It took her a minute to remember that she had come here for Bismarck's dragon. When she did, she had already finished her can and was starting on another one. "Eyyyyyy, 'Ria, mah maaaaan," She walked over to Maria and leaned against her. "'Ria, where's Bizzy's dragoon? Where's Bizzy? Imma blow up the whole town with him and get wasted and shit. Cool, riiiiiiight? Now where the Melonheads is he?"