Outside the Kwik Stop, Sunday afternoon

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Silent Bob wanders out from the alley behind the Kwik Stop. He looks dirty, like he slept in a garbage can, which isn't really that far from the truth. On the way to the school, Bob tripped and hit his head, knocking him out in the alley. No one seemed to notice--after all, he wasn't that loud beforehand.

He rubs the back of his head, feeling the knot, then shrugs. He's had worse. Bob looks up and down the street, then leans against the wall of the store. He still doesn't know where Jay went, but knowing the loudmouth, he was probably holed up somewhere, scared shitless. Bob lit his cigarette and waited for...something.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

((would Bob be interested in a visit from Chewbacca?))

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

((Bob is up for anything. Bob's player, however, has to leave in appx 30 min.))

[(Anonymous)]

A large shaggy humanoid shambles up and leans on the wall beside Bob. He is barefoot and zombie goo from the knees down.

He gives a low tired-sounding growl of greeting.

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Bob's eyes go wide. The large...thing leans next to him, in the spot reserved for Jay. Well, they both are big and hairy, it might be a decent trade.

Bob looks up at the Wookie, and offers a cigarette.

[(Anonymous)]

He past Bob on the head and shakes his own. From the pouch he wears on his bandolier, he takes a flask the size of a two-liter bottle and offers it to Bob.

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Bob shrugs and puts the cigarette back in the pack. More for him. He takes the huge flask and looks at it for a moment. His eyes go from the flask to the wookie and back. He shrugs again, twists off the cap and takes a big swig.

The taste of the...whatever makes Bob's face scrunch up comically. Once he can open his eyes, they cross and he sticks out his tongue. He recovers quickly, and hands the flask back wtih a smile and a nod, trying to pretend he took that shot without any reaction. He then looks at the wookie quizically, wondering what, exactly, he just drank.

[(Anonymous)]

Amused at the furry cub's reaction to the jet juice, Chewbacca snorfles a wookiee laugh.

He pats Bob again, picks up the outsize broom he has been carrying and sets off to clean up more zombie muck so life can return to normal.

[silent-robert.livejournal.com]

Bob lets Chewie pet him, with a vague feeling he's being made fun of. He scratches his head, then waves at the big retreating figure.

Lighting another cigarette, Bob leans against the wall, a little woozy from that...stuff.

[[OOC: Bob's player is gone for probably the rest of the night. If Jay's around, he can NPC him, but nothing OOC or harmful, yo.]]