Kevin comes back with 3 dozen donuts. He sits down on a nearby bed and starts eating them, wiggling his fingers before eating each one.
Voronov finishes her cigar, putting it out in the ashtray on the table, before taking another drink of her vodka.
"About ten minutes." she says, looking towards Rodney as she sets the glass down. She stands, slipping her AK on her back and walking towards the door. "I'm gonna step outside and look around." she says as she walks by Frank.
"Ten minutes? That's shorter than I expected... Don't get shot, I guess." Rodney says while yawning.
George looks over at Kevin and shakes his head. "Honestly, what the hell are you going to do here? You're like the pudgy kid who can't even do one fucking pull-up at boot camp, and wants extended leave 'cause he bruised his knee. That's fuckin' you."
[Hi gang, is it too late to join? Looking to get back in to RP'ing after a [I]very, very[/I] long while]
"George, I'm the hacker of this group. I can eat my ass off and still be useful while you're only useful while in top shape."
"You threw one punch at me, cracker. One punch and it didn't do shit. I think you got a lot more to worry about other than fucking your donuts before shoving them in your trap."
"Why do you go on about me having sex with my donuts? I haven't fucked any donuts yet. Besides, you were useless at IBM. I have no idea how you got into the same company as MIT graduates."
"Yet implies you're gonna fuck donuts at some point ya fuckin' retard."
Voronov slips outside, and stands next to the door as she looks around. Warm out, but nothing she wasn't used to. Her time in Vietnam and South America helped with that.
She glances over, and notices a man approaching. She gives him a quick wave, saying "Hi." in Russian.
Kevin looks over, "Man, fuck you."
[I love how the 3 American guys are just having an argument about donut-fucking while everyone else just sits unknowing how to respond :v:]
"Cracker, I saw you quickly removing that donut from your underwear when I went to take a piss in the urinal next to you. That shit stuck out like a rich white man in a poor negro street."
"Why do you bring up race all the time?"
"Man, in IBM if I was white you wouldn't have bitched about having to train me. Hell, if I was white you wouldn't have robbed my fucking donuts. Every other fucker there was white 'n' you didn't eat their fucking donuts. You're a racist, I tell ya."
"I ate everyone else's donuts, are you calling me a racist?"
"Nah, I'm calling ya a fat fuck though. And a thieving little shit."
"Cracker I watched you. You ain't even touch their donuts." Rodney then goes to snatch one of Kevin's donuts. "How 'bout I take this from you? Oh, I forgot." He wriggles his fingers and puts on a girly voice. "Oooh a donut! Don't mind if I do! I think I'll put my dick in this, take a piss and then eat it, hehe!~"
"Man, the donuts were free to take from the break room. It was like the Nam, every man for himself. If you leave a donut, your fault if it gets eaten."
Aleksy sat waiting in on the stool alone, contemplating on miscellaneous things while downing an shot of mediocre vodka watered down with a some cheap miller lite to substitute the Krupnik he had asked for.
However, Aleksy was too tired from the tip to care about this as he instead to slowly gazed over the room to take note of his new comrades. A very strange bunch of misfits and cold killers.
While Aleksy has worked with criminals before, smuggling countless weapons and items form of the various military bases he was stationed at for years. Something just felt odd in joining the line of mercenary work but unless he wanted to face the end of a firing squad, this was his only choice.
However, when a very attractive woman entered bar, Aleksy eyes we're stuck on her features. Getting off his stool and stumbling over to her, shoving the men talking to her about the year for some reason and books, this nerd was probably boring her to death so Aleksy took the responsibility of properly talking to a lady.
"Hello, that's an.......Nice book, you have. Very good read about...Years." Aleksy said in an attempt of being charismatic but mostly falling.
"Woah now big man, don't compare your fuckin' donuts to the boys back in 'Nam. You ain't got shit on them fatass."
[jesus this should've been called donut dogs: an argumental RP]
Rodney takes a bite of the donut he snatched, but then he spits it back at Kevin. "Fuckin' hell that tasted like fucking piss! Did you piss on these before you got back in here? The fuck, man?"
"Rodney, I am a fucking donut connoisseur. Your taste is horrible. Also, for your information, I served in the Nam."
"Oh get FUCKED you served in 'Nam, Pillsbury. The most action I see you doin' is shitting yourself in the bush and arguin' with Sarge 'cause your rations ain't got donuts in 'em."
"1st Sustainment Command. I've seen some shit."
"First Sustai- That's logistics you absolute fuckmongerer! I served two tours, I know my shit, you fuckin' don't."
"I still served. Besides, remember the Donut Incident in Cambodia? I was at the center of it after getting lost."
"Fancy way of saying 'I got lost after taking a dump and wormed my way outta punishment'"
"It was a piss and I didn't worm my way out of anything! I met the president after that happened."
"Yeah, the president of the fuckin' Pillsbury Company."
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