Re: GET THIS PARTY STARTED
"You mean Baird?" Bobby asked smirkily to the blue James Bond. "Yeah, sure!"
Bobby quickly grabbed the blood-smeared clear coat and placed it back on his body. His fingers swiftly moved up the buttons. He looked over at Damon; the massive engineer was scarfing down cocktail nibbles like it was his last meal. He chuckled happily.
As Hank moved forward, Bobby grabbed the large wagon of Twinkies and pulled the boxes inside. The mother-lode! He closed the door behind the wagon and then started moving towards the buff, goggle-wearing Cid-alike.
"Hey, Baird. This is Hank McCoy, if you don't know him already. Baird, Hank. Hank, Baird." Bobby smiled, they'll get along just fine.