Come to me, Ladies of Iwaku and join the Girl's Club!

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*Walks in wearing his kilt and with wallet in hand*

Oh damn it...I missed the strip show. Phooey. If any of the ladies in here wish to make use of IHOR just let me know...I'll make a few keys.
 
.......*Raises hand*
 
*Lockdown brings an M-203 to bear and pops Soldato with White Phosphorous.*
 
........

*Takes Lockdown's vodka and hides in the ceiling*
 
*Lockdown produces a flask and downs it.*

Is there room for one more?

...

Pizdets...
 
*Julez drops out of the ceiling, onto Archetype, completely sloshed*

YOU SEEM.....like shom wuuuuuun ayyyyyyyyyy knooooooooow!
 
*Steals the bottle and chugs it before returning to Archetype*
 
*WMD sits on a chair in the corner, his armored gauntlet dwarfing a coffee mug, from which he is sipping boiling hot Refcaf*
nope, im not getting involved in this battle of the sexes fest.
not at all.
well.....maybe jsut some sitting in here so i dont have to fight anyone for a few minutes....but thats about the extent of it.
 
*Throws the empty bottle at WMD's crotch, thinking he'd catch it, and forgetting that there was no whiskey left in it....*
 
*the bottle shatters on the waist/groin section of wmd's power armor, the space marine ignores what seems like a provocation, clearly content to sit and drink recaff, thereby staying well out of the way of any male/female wars/skirmishs/confrontations*
 
>> wow this place has gotten kind of scary....*crawls up and hides under WMD's chair* o.o
 
*Throws Kitti over her shoulder and runs off with her*

RUN AWAY KITTI!
 
*Archetype looks at WMD.*

I want you to know how much I love you...

*Hir braids wrap around hir right arm and form a wicked, metal claw.*

I promise I'll be gentle...
 
*WMD's eye opens wifde with terror, tho0ugh the space marine remains seated, sipping the recaff, though his hands are trembling*
 
*Giggles*
 
*Whimpers*

I wish I was being scared to death by a psycho, serial-killing, sex-addict, I'm jealous!
 
*wmd maintains the charade of him not being scared of archetype, but his hands shake so much that they break the ceramic mug*

feth..............
 
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