[ Dave just looks at him. A second passes by. And then another, and another. Until he gets sick of it and just slumps onto Bro's prone form like a secondary ninja slug. ]
You smell like the shitty alcohol you drank. Gross.
[ If Dave still had his wings, he would have smacked Bro with them for that. Goddammit, that was just gross. He had to turn his head away, but he wasn't sliding off Bro's body.
His fat ass is there to stay. ]
Yeah, right. That poor excuse for a dance didn't have enough money to fund your classy choices. Bet'cha all you had was some cheap beer.
Why the hell would I cheat on my one and only. That's just wrong on so many levels. And the fact that you're insinuating I'd drink anything other than AJ is pretty damn insulting, man. You're drunk. Stop.
[ Just for that, he just rolls over Bro some more. :B ]
Yeah, sure. The only person you've had sex with lately is your hand, I bet. Handsie Strider is gonna be damn upset to see your face all puffed up because of the couple of punches I'ma throw its way.
[ Still planting smuppets all over. Not that there's enough to completely go around Bro, but whatever. He's trying. ]
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[ Dave just looks at him. A second passes by. And then another, and another. Until he gets sick of it and just slumps onto Bro's prone form like a secondary ninja slug. ]
You smell like the shitty alcohol you drank. Gross.
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Yooooou's a hater, yo, 'cause I was basically drinkin' the finest Courvoisier.
[He forces a burp up at Dave. More like spiked punch.]
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His fat ass is there to stay. ]
Yeah, right. That poor excuse for a dance didn't have enough money to fund your classy choices. Bet'cha all you had was some cheap beer.
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Harder.
Louder.
Best bro.]
Either way, you weren't there, sucka.
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But alas.
Instead, he settles for rolling on Bro, with his back awkwardly resting on that man-bosom. ]
So what. Shitty beer is still shitty beer.
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[did he mean aj
who knows
Bro lies there while Dave's on him, blinking.]
I ain't a fire, stop rollin' on me.
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[ Just for that, he just rolls over Bro some more. :B ]
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[Bro quotes rap lyrics when he's wasted and nobody's surprised.
When Dave rolls again he shoves the kid, hard. Like really hard.
But it's cool because there's a bigass smuppet pile nearby to cushion the impact :)]
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[ Face, meet smuppet pile. Cue: Dave jerking away from the plush. There's nowhere else to go so he decides to just sit on top of Bro. ]
Can you go to bed now??
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[That push seems to have worn Bro out, and he decides to lie there prone, not bothering to move.]
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[ But his hands have other ideas. He reaches out for a bunch of smuppets, and starts piling them all around Bro. ]
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Not the face. This face gets me laid.
[Bro hasn't had sex with anyone since he came here what's he talking about.]
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[ Still planting smuppets all over. Not that there's enough to completely go around Bro, but whatever. He's trying. ]
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[He's too far gone to think of a cleverer comeback. Instead he just continues to lie there.]
The smuppet pile doesn't stop from getting taller.
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Do you have any more?
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[He's just lying there uselessly.]
Upstairs or some shit.
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[ Slowly, he gets up on his feet. Makes his way up the stairs. ]
Don't move an inch or you're gonna ruin everything.
[ And he's gone. Only to come back minutes later with a pile on his hands, which he casually dumps all over Bro. ]
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[Basically shouting to himself at this point. When Dave comes back, he's half conked out.]
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Nah.
He'll flop over on top of him and the plush mountain instead. ]
Are you asleep.