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Stash. Marty's ears perked at the word. She glanced toward the boy's locker room, and then back at the giant. "Anyone in there right now?" She asked disingenuously. "And is it clean?"
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"If we're going to be...acquiring anything more, perhaps we should find a place to store this crab flesh."
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"Nah, there weren't no game today. I was just sayin', in general, they must have some beer stashed sommers in the arena. Locker room seems likely, on account there's personal spaces in there... y'know, the lockers... where I don't actually clean."
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"Party?" She remembered when Leo spoke up. "Yeah, that jerk with the crew cut told me about a party. At someplace called Delta Ampersand. You admired his technique."
She scowled at the locker room door when the giant admitted he didn't clean in there. "I'm not sure if I want to go into a place smelling of decades-old dirty socks. And worse."
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Maki yells cook out and brownies
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Rae shrugged. "It can't be any worse than th' bilge on a pirate ship. If there be grog in there, it be worth lookin' fer."
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"Confidence," corrected Leo, "I admired his confidence. His technique needs work."
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"I'd say." She agrees with Leo's assessment. "Guys!" She sighed heavily.
"Lets get this meat back to the dorm, and then we can see about the grog and fix'ns. And brownies."
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Yayy brownies they sound good