Post by Mr. C on Oct 12, 2008 21:40:03 GMT -5
"Ach! I've beaten them both mahn-ta-mahn, and I'm sure I could take them two-on-one! And now I 'ave ta face them both together, with Meltdown by my side. I respect the mahn, aye, do I ever. But these two are push overs! So when I say I 'aven't been preparin' fer the match, I mean no disrespect."
Slamming down his thick wooden mug, Brett Cross let out a sigh and kicked both of his feet up on to the table. He rocked backwards in his chair in the midst of a bustling mead hall and grinned wide in to his relaxation.
"Neither man is ah match fer me, and with a veteran like Meltdown by mah side, times are good! Ahhh.. It's to bad these guys are so weak. I've bested the lot o' 'em week in and week out. With any luck, I'll be frying bigger fish after 'Ourglass 'Ours! Ach, I do miss the sweet feel of gold about mah waist."
Picking up a second mug, he downed another few gulps of mead, foam building on his haired upper lip.
"I'm not worried a'tall for this Monday, nor am I even botherin' ta spend much time thinkin' 'bout it, I have far better things ta do -- Bessy! C'mere lass!"
Just as he spoke, a hefty woman with massive breasts walked past Brett Cross, and as she did, he swooped her up and pulled her over on to his lap with a booming laugh. The woman was startled at first, but giggled when she realized who it was. Brett grapped one of her long golden braids, brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply.
"Ya smell nice, m'lady. I'm sure ya know who I am, now how's about I learn who exactly you are!"
Then, through more of the woman's annoying giggles, he took one hand and pressed in to the lens of the camera, and with his other, he pulled her in close and burried his face in to her cleveage, laughing hard as he dove in.
Slamming down his thick wooden mug, Brett Cross let out a sigh and kicked both of his feet up on to the table. He rocked backwards in his chair in the midst of a bustling mead hall and grinned wide in to his relaxation.
"Neither man is ah match fer me, and with a veteran like Meltdown by mah side, times are good! Ahhh.. It's to bad these guys are so weak. I've bested the lot o' 'em week in and week out. With any luck, I'll be frying bigger fish after 'Ourglass 'Ours! Ach, I do miss the sweet feel of gold about mah waist."
Picking up a second mug, he downed another few gulps of mead, foam building on his haired upper lip.
"I'm not worried a'tall for this Monday, nor am I even botherin' ta spend much time thinkin' 'bout it, I have far better things ta do -- Bessy! C'mere lass!"
Just as he spoke, a hefty woman with massive breasts walked past Brett Cross, and as she did, he swooped her up and pulled her over on to his lap with a booming laugh. The woman was startled at first, but giggled when she realized who it was. Brett grapped one of her long golden braids, brought it to his nose and inhaled deeply.
"Ya smell nice, m'lady. I'm sure ya know who I am, now how's about I learn who exactly you are!"
Then, through more of the woman's annoying giggles, he took one hand and pressed in to the lens of the camera, and with his other, he pulled her in close and burried his face in to her cleveage, laughing hard as he dove in.
