#onehelluvashot

          The chatter within the establishment  roared with such enthusiasm that Malarkey could swear the windows rattled. Drinking glasses crashed together. Men laughing, smoking, spitting stories as if it was just a normal day. Malarkey, however, was not laughing. His brown eyes remained focused on the board in front of him. Fingers pinching tightly to the dart. “Watch and learn, boys.” There was confidence in his throw, but as the dart fell just below and punctured the wall the confidence faded.

(editing is frustrating x_x what if i just edit like, a big red circle on his nose?)

((it issss. and that'd be awesome! i'd be more than happy to do it but i've no idea how x_x ))

((OMG PECAN PIE IS ONE OF MY FAVORITES. Maybe after the series our tummies will let us eat pie. And I'm on ep. 1 still and everyone is so innocent and happy and cute. it's like 'you poor babies, you never could have anticipated the shit coming your way'))

He looked around and noticed that he seemed to be the only one without a foxhole buddy. He sure could use the company (and warmth of having another body in such close proximity). He heard footsteps squishing on the mud, looked up and saw Shifty approaching. "Heya, Shift," he greeted warmly.