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"Holy SHIT, man ... it's crazy out there ... I've never seen this kinda shit.. " He was drenched in the very absolute way a floundering rat may be drenched, to the point where he only vaguely resembled the creature that had left a half hour earlier. A puddle forming around where he stood was slowing transforming into the likes of a shallow pond, in which Ash was the sole occupant. Benny grabbed the bag from his friend's arms and dropped it onto the bed. "Did you get it all? News says its gonna be a few days, hombre.. " Ash nodded, shedding articles of clothing into his personal pond, shivering a bit as the sound of wind battered relentlessly against the walls. "*sniff* Yeah, got it all .. " Benny nodded, smiling, as he pulled the supplies from the bag. Michelob, Corona, two bottles of Schnopps, Jack Daniels ... and a bag of microwaveable hotwings. Supplies to weather out the next few days, indeed. The Mexican turned, carrying the goods over to the table .. unable to wipe the grin from his face. It was going to be a good storm. Post a comment in response: |
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