( @whydoeshegetallthefun )
i love fucking up these teleporters. blame my Dell for no clipping one time lmao//
It was a damn good night tonight wasn't it? drinking away, not having to listen to Zed Bitching about drinking habits, Or getting called a dumbass. It was real damn good.. Almost too good.
And theree it was.. The one thing going wrong right now?
The teleporter! The damn thing is going off and on and off and on— hey.. This kinds feels familiar now doesn't it? And as if on cue.. The machine sparked abrasively as someone stepped through with a small "yeow!" At a stray spark.
“... I should fix dat thing wun day huh.?”
May stared down at the now, on the Fritz teleporter with a Huff. Looking over the brownies he had in his tray to make sure there were no sudden tumor growths.. Nodding approvingly once seeing nothing was. Wrong with his baked goods.
“Bubba! I made sumthin for you and Screw!”
Huh. No answer. Maybe they all ready left for the date? Thats a shame.
Maynard's minding his own business, sitting on his piano bench and leaning back against the instrument – the cover's down on the keys so they don't get bumped – whilst actively nursing one of the many, many drinks sitting around him.
He looks up towards the teleporter, eyeing the way it stutters and goes off and on, and somewhere in the back of his inebriated mind he has the same thought of, 'Man, I should fix that...'
He wanders into the other room, expecting to see his brother – and hoping he didn't, considering he was busy getting sloshed – and was mid-drink when he watches himself pop out of the exit. The sight makes him full-on snort the yeowchy-burning-alcoholic beverage right into his windpipe. Hot damn, that stings!
"Wh–" He coughs, stumbling back and throwing his gloved hand up over his mouth, his right hand still clutching his bottle. "What– Oh, n-not–" Cough. Hiccup! Cough, cough. "Dgghh, not this shit again–"
He should probably be more concerned as to why he seems to be looking at his own reflection standing before him, but, frankly?
He wasn't sober enough to really give a shit.
"D'uhhh....Howdy," he slurs. Decides he's too sober for this, fixes it by drinking down more of his beer. "'S is uhh...Huh. Yeah."
Good job! That was very coherent!
