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fandomtownies2009-10-20 08:25 pm
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Caritas; Tuesday Evening
Marshall was having a bad day. No, a terrible day. Terrible was the right way to describe having to go to work in teeny tiny swim shorts. Yes. Teeny tiny swim shorts.
It had not started all that bad, to tell the truth. Marshall had gotten up late, watched a Scooby Doo marathon and then decided to hit the gym. That's when the trouble started. When he had gotten back from his workout to go change into his work clothes he found that said clothes had been torn to shreds. They were virtually unwearable. There was no doubt in his mind who had done it. Only one person would recognize his clothes and think that this would be remotely funny.
"Dammit, Barney!"
Marshall would have spent more time cursing Barney's name but he had to get to work so he just grabbed the swim shorts he kept in the gym locker and headed off to the bar.
Tino, to his credit, was just trying to avoid looking at Marshall at all costs, which Marshall was thankful for. Chuck, however, passed by him in order to grab some paperwork and made a loud "eeeww!" noise. "Oh god, Eriksen, I think I threw up in my mouth a little bit! Put on some pants!"
Marshall groaned and placed his head against the bar.
Revenge will be had, Barney Stinson. Revenge will be had.
[Pants shredding!Barney modded with permission omg. I might be a little slow but I'm around]
It had not started all that bad, to tell the truth. Marshall had gotten up late, watched a Scooby Doo marathon and then decided to hit the gym. That's when the trouble started. When he had gotten back from his workout to go change into his work clothes he found that said clothes had been torn to shreds. They were virtually unwearable. There was no doubt in his mind who had done it. Only one person would recognize his clothes and think that this would be remotely funny.
"Dammit, Barney!"
Marshall would have spent more time cursing Barney's name but he had to get to work so he just grabbed the swim shorts he kept in the gym locker and headed off to the bar.
Tino, to his credit, was just trying to avoid looking at Marshall at all costs, which Marshall was thankful for. Chuck, however, passed by him in order to grab some paperwork and made a loud "eeeww!" noise. "Oh god, Eriksen, I think I threw up in my mouth a little bit! Put on some pants!"
Marshall groaned and placed his head against the bar.
Revenge will be had, Barney Stinson. Revenge will be had.
[Pants shredding!Barney modded with permission omg. I might be a little slow but I'm around]
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