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Tweak says, "the breakfast club"

Pickles (dingdongdoodily) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-03-06 23:24:00

Entry tags:

god, nonobits switcheroo, pickles

Who: God and Pickles
Where: First his apartment, then LA
Why: It's Pizzatime!
When: Tonight!
Warnings: Lots of swearing and crazy.

Pickles was getting ready directly after logging off, expertly applying makeup. Of course he knew how to put on makeup, after all, he was an 80s rock star! And oddly enough, it looked good on him as a chick. He had already thrown on a tight tank top and a pair of pants that looked pretty decent on him, if not a little slack, but he didn't seem to care. He - rather she wasn't at call to impress. God knew what slummin' it was to him, and this certainly wasn't it.

Tony had been out of the house, but gave Pickles about a hundred bucks in spending cash. Not that he knew what he was going to do with the money until he ran into God on the board, but the plan was to spend every dime. Because even if Pickles knew the guys who made the pizza, it didn't mean they'd know him back anymore and it was entirely doubtful he'd be getting the discount.

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dingdongdoodily
2008-03-07 07:41 am UTC (link)

"Fuck yes!" Said Pickles with a fistpump, which looked equally awkward in a female body as the glee-handclap of God. He walked in, and immediately was assaulted with the scent of cilantro and Parmesan. "Damn, it's good t'be home." He muttered under his breath before stepping up to the counter where there stood a rather large, burly man, hundred-percent Italian immigrant. "Heya, I'll need an XL super supreme, with extra everything on it. And a Beer for the big guy an' a dew fer me." Underage, and he wasn't going to even TRY to pull off looking it, especially with God around.

The guy behind the counter gave Pickles a second glance, almost, almost recognizing him, but not quite, and shrugged it off, giving him a total, whereupon the redhead handed off a fifty and stuffed the change given back to him in the tip jar.

"They're hard workers, these guys, dude. Love 'em here." He sauntered into one of the back booths and dropped himself into it, before realizing that flopping down anywhere without a bra pretty much hurt like hell.
_"Ouch."

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