anonymous asked:

Can I have a scene where the El Masters get into a bar fight against a group of guys at the bar?

“Yo, what’s with the cosplay?”

The woman speaking was clearly drunk, slurring her words together and stumbling towards the El Masters.  She punched Denif lightly on the shoulder, not seeming to see the dragon’s lip curl in disgust.

“Comin’ to the bar and drinkin’ as if yer the El Masters…. Das funny.  Ha.”  The drunk girl started laughing.  Denif removed her hand from his shoulder.

“Is it?” Solace asked flatly.  Heads started turning around the bar, looking at their little group.

“Ey, you shouldn’t disrespect the El like that,” someone growled.  A chorus of lukewarm agreement rose around the bar.  The drunk girl who’d started it all clamped her hand on Denif’s shoulder again, her grip turning steely.

“Maaaaybe you should find someplace else to drink,” she suggested, a dangerous light in her drunk eyes.  Denif shook her off once more.

“Thanks for the offer, but I don’t think so.”

The girl stumbled back and frowned.  Someone in the back started chanting, and the others took it up.

“Fight!  Fight!  Fight!  Fight!  Fight!”

A group of men and women from a nearby table rose, spurred on by the chants.  Ventus knocked back a shot and swiveled around on his bar stool, grinning.

“I’ve got this,” he said lightly.

The air pressure wavered for a moment, then dropped sharply.  Everyone in the bar who wasn’t a Master passed out instantly.

Solace drained his drink.  “So,” he said conversationally, ignoring the unconscious people all around them, “where were we?”

RULES: Spell out your url in song titles, then tag 10 people!

X-Kid [Green Day]
Impossible Year [Panic! At The Disco]
Radioactive [Imagine Dragons]
Changes [David Bowie]
Rev On The Red Line [Foreigner]
Organ Donor [Jeremy Messersmith]
Call Me [Shinedown]
Oh No! [Marina And The Diamonds]
Do It Again [Steely Dan]
It’s Still Rock And Roll To Me [Billy Joel]
La Isla Bonita [Madonna]
Everybody Wants To Rule The World [Tears For Fears]

Tagged by: @k-nico-robin [thanks hon!]
Tagging: @ariableu, @gentlegiantingvar, @bluecladprincess, @nascentes–morimur, @tacetcollis, @evildcers, @evils-champion, @pilawforhire, @tabithq, and @pxrtgasdace, if you guys want to!

Day One Hundred and Thirty-One

-At the ripe age of 21, I have finally come to find just what the phrase “adult toys” really means. This breakthrough was made after a man purchased a plastic miniature buffalo that was as anatomically-correct as it was well-endowed.

-A woman slams a severed Troll head on my counter. My mind races to decide exactly what her message is. She is either telling me that she wants to purchase this trophy, or that I am going to be next. I hope to find out before it’s too late.

-I found a greeting card featuring a textless portrait of an anthropomorphic and incredibly muscular cow standing over an open grill, tongs in hand, hat on head. I know not what the message inside read, but I have no interest in finding out. The universe this card presents to me is full of logic I find deeply unsettling.

-An older gentleman genuinely and passionately bought into the cliched joke of “that item won’t scan, so it must be free!” While I wish that this encounter had been avoided altogether, I do respect anyone willing to fight tooth and nail for what they believe in. The bards will sing of this battle for time immemorial.

-“Is the Coke Icee okay for kids?” I was entirely unprepared for such a seemingly silent child to ask me such a loaded question. “Of course,” I told him. He paused for a moment, this revelation setting in. “Wow,” he whispered. “I’ve never heard of a Coke that’s okay for kids before.” The sheer terror on his mother’s face told me that I had just undone years of anti-Coke conditioning. I stand by my actions. This truth will serve him well in the coming future.

-A child threw himself over my conveyor belt, shouting “This is my domain!” He ruled his new kingdom with an iron fist and steely focus, until he became mesmerized by the fact that his hands were being pulled down the register from him. With the utmost grace, he stepped down from his thrown and retired to a live of excitedly cheering on his hands as they raced down the belt.


コーヒーのある食卓の風景・その97 - Steely Dan特集

1. Coffee with Blueberry, Setoka(Japanese Orange), Mango & Pumpkin Sweets feat. “Can’t Buy A Thrill” Steely Dan CD - Breakfast

2. Coffee with Frozen Pizza & Vegetable Juice feat. “Countdown To Ecstasy” Steely Dan CD - Breakfast

3. Coffee with Kauai Chocolate feat. “Pretzel Logic” Steely Dan CD - Teatime

4. Coffee with Country Maam Cookie feat. “Katy Lied” Steely Dan CD - Teatime

5. Coffee with Fresh Banana, Soy Milk & Yakult Juice feat. “The Royal Scam” Steely Dan CD - Breakfast

6. Coffee with “Zermatt” Breads & Vegetable Juice feat. “Aja” Steely Dan CD - Lunch

7. Coffee with “Zermatt” Donut feat. “Gaucho” Steely Dan CD - Teatime

Previous Post(Part 96):

Two Beers and the Truth

An extremely late birthday fic for @wrathofthestag, who shares my hopes for Coach and Bitty. Here’s a little fic about how I hope the summer goes for the Bittle Clan…

         Bitty knew that coming out to coach would end one of three ways.

         The first scenario was the one that had kept him silent since middle school when he realized that it didn’t matter how many girls stole kisses from him, he just wasn’t interested. He could see Coach’s face turning to stone, the way it did when the Dawgs lost a game in overtime, and hear his father’s steely voice proclaiming I have no son. Some nights he would still wake up shaking when he thought about that scenario, if he was lucky, Jack would be there to gather him up and mutter soothing bits of nonsense into his hair as he trembled.

         The second scenario was more likely, but still not something Bitty was looking forward to. Coach would press his lips together until they disappeared behind his mustache, then nod with a resigned air. If he was lucky, Bitty would get an awkward slap on the back and Coach would mutter something Suzanne told him Oprah said to say. It would be disappointment, but acceptance. Some days Bitty wondered if that wouldn’t be worse than outright anger.

         The third scenario Bitty blamed on Chowder, who seemed to think everyone in the world would be thrilled with a gay son. In this dream setup, Coach cried, opening his arms to his son and assuring Bitty that he could never be prouder of a child. They would cry together, then, hugged up on the porch swing, talking about life and maybe boys.

         Bitty bit his lip, wondering which scenario he would be living through. He rolled his shoulder, preparing for a disappointed pat. He glanced at his mother in the kitchen.

         With a sigh, Suzanne moved to the refrigerator, picking out two beers and holding them out to Bitty. She kissed his forehead. “Go on, I’ll be doing dishes if you need me.”

         Bitty nodded and looked toward the porch again.

         “I can do this,” he muttered. “For me. For Jack.”

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