#branski

Sell that ass Chubbie

French is a child

I got sick last night so I made this real quick. Sorry it's not amazing... I could have done better. Maybe I'll try again when I'm feeling a little less loopy.

As a bonus to this.... thing, storytime!

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Branski walked into the living room casually to speak to his niece. She was on her phone, probably talking to that idiot that she thinks likes her. He hated how kids can be that way.

"I'm leaving. I'll be back later tonight, maybe," He said to her. She looked up in curiosity.

"Where are you going?" Jen asked, setting down her phone to give him her full attention.

"Don't worry about it, I'll be back later," He answered.

"Is it a hot streets case?" She ignored his remark and kept pushing.

"No," He said simply.

"Uncle Mark, why won't you tell me?" Her voice was almost a whine that made Branski want to walk away and leave her clueless.

He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. "It's just a date. Drop it."

"Whoa, uncle Mark, that's a big deal though! Who are you going with?" She seemed way too excited about this.

"Nobody."

"Uncle Mark," She glared at him and they sat in silence for a while. He wasn't going to give in and tell her, it wasn't her business.

"I've gotta go-"

"In that??" She asked, pointing to Branski's usual outfit.

"Yeah?"

She stood up swiftly and sighed, telling him to stay there as she walked out of the room quickly. He obeyed, standing in the living room confused as to what she was doing. When she came back, she had a dark red shirt and a pair of black pants in her hands. She put it out in front of her to hand to him.

"Here, wear this. I know you don't like getting dressed up, but girls like the effort," She crossed her arms as if she was disappointed in him.

He looked at the clothes then back at her. She thought she knew so much, but she didn't know half the things Branski is. The corner of his mouth twitched into a slight smile at her ignorance and he walked away to change.

She was right though, he hated getting dressed up. He put on the outfit anyway and walked out when he was finished. If he didn't leave now, he'd be late.

"I'll be back later," He told Jen, walking out the door. He got in the car and started driving towards the restaurant he was supposed to go to. He couldn't help but think of how lonely the car was without French there with him.

He pulled into the parking lot and eventually found a spot. It was surprisingly crowded for such a small restaurant. The car he had to park next to was all fucked up and made him grumble.

A sudden surge of excitement hit him when he started to walk towards the restaurant door. Once he walked in, he looked and saw the table with his date sitting.

"Happy Valentine's day, Branski!" French said happily. Branski smiled and sat across from him.

So I'm curious, any hot streets ocs out there?

Branski corrects him every time and is extremely annoyed by him. The guy pushes it too far and Branski just screams "NO IT'S B R A N S K I! B-R-A-N-S-K-I!!"

And the guy responds: "Whatever you say broski!" With finger guns and a smile.