Re: Later in the evening: Scud + Open
"Fuckin' food magic is what," Scud was really just an easy soul and took to social situations like an eager puppy. It didn't matter who he was talking to whether or not he knew them: he was pleased as a southern peach to just chatter away. Add food and alcohol to the mix and there was really no way to go wrong.
"You gotta dip one'a them," he pointed to the slowly dwindling pile of mozzarella sticks, "into that stuff." It was possibly some kind of hummus, who the hell knew. "Fucking mouth orgasm."