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fandomtownies2023-04-27 08:09 am
defenderofdesmoines) wrote in fandomtownies2023-04-27 08:09 am
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Devil's Nest | Thursday Evening
Annie had heard all about the whole T&C sloth debacle yesterday, of course, so you'd think she'd be more prepared for what awaited her when she got to the Devil's Nest tonight.
But then, who could really be prepared for the sight of a giant...pig-like thing trying to attack Tiny, who was brandishing a bar stool at it like a lion tamer?
Annie might have made some promises about not putting her pregnant ass on the front lines, yes, but -- look, emergencies happened, right? And at least she kind of had ranged attacks.
"Tiny, cover your eyes!"
A series of deft blasts to the attacking werewarthog later, during which Annie kept a good bit of distance between herself and the creature for the babies' sake, and one final smack from Tiny's barstool, and they were left looking down at a...perfectly normal, thoroughly passed-out, much smaller...little man?
In the bar. Sure thing.
Annie was so frazzled, as she started setting the bar to rights again (one did not blast the everloving hell out of a werewarthog without knocking over some chairs and bottles) as Tiny put the...sleepy small pig-man thing in the keg fridge for safekeeping (?), that she didn't even realize she'd forgotten her specials board. (But then again -- like she could think of anything good at the moment, anyway?)
[open, no OCD!]
But then, who could really be prepared for the sight of a giant...pig-like thing trying to attack Tiny, who was brandishing a bar stool at it like a lion tamer?
Annie might have made some promises about not putting her pregnant ass on the front lines, yes, but -- look, emergencies happened, right? And at least she kind of had ranged attacks.
"Tiny, cover your eyes!"
A series of deft blasts to the attacking werewarthog later, during which Annie kept a good bit of distance between herself and the creature for the babies' sake, and one final smack from Tiny's barstool, and they were left looking down at a...perfectly normal, thoroughly passed-out, much smaller...little man?
In the bar. Sure thing.
Annie was so frazzled, as she started setting the bar to rights again (one did not blast the everloving hell out of a werewarthog without knocking over some chairs and bottles) as Tiny put the...sleepy small pig-man thing in the keg fridge for safekeeping (?), that she didn't even realize she'd forgotten her specials board. (But then again -- like she could think of anything good at the moment, anyway?)
[open, no OCD!]