RONAN LYNCH + LAURA WILSON
THE ROOF OF ROSEBUD INN
(IGNORE THE FIRST VERSION OF THIS, I CAN READ PROMPTS I SWEAR)
LOW?? PROBABLY?? IT'S MILK | IN PROGRESS
On the one hand, Ronan Lynch hated people telling him what to do and was all for dragging a team full of dumbasses down with him.
On the other hand, he loved making a big fucking mess.
So what if he was playing into some puppeteer's plans by climbing up to the roof of Rosebud Inn with two armloads of bagged milk. Who the fuck bags their milk anyway? They deserved it being used as ammunition against them. Plus he was really looking forward to watching it splatter across the asphalt below. The stupid slanted roof of the building wasn't making his plan easy, but he wasn't a fucking quitter so he scuttled up the incline and draped all his grocery bags precariously across the ridge.
"HEY FUCKWITS!" He slipped a little as he shouted and had to angrily regain his post.
"GOT..." The first offering was launched into the street. "...MILK?" The bag hit the ground and exploded with a liquidy sploosh. Ronan cackled.