Why did Tony, the landlord, decide to have a community BBQ for the complex? Well, it was rather simple, really. It hadn't been his idea.
When a rather busty- er, or he means beautiful, southern woman with the warmest drawl had come to stay in Paradise for a couple weeks, she'd easily convinced him that a community BBQ would just be a lovely idea. So, that's what was happening. Couldn't say no to free food...or Texan breasts.
The day was a hot one, the air heavy and sticky. In the lot, two different BBQ grills were standing, along with three cheap, plastic tables with equally cheap, plastic chairs. One of the three tables had food spread out from residents that had already come down to the gathering. Some food included mashed potatoes, ribs, baked potatoes, lots of bagged chips, one seafood dish made of an unknown fish, craw-fish, and a big ol' pot of gumbo. There was also a jumbo sized cooler full of drinks on ice. It was not very usual for the complex to do things like this, so plenty of people were pleasantly surprised and eager to participate. A dozen residents were already gathered down in the lot chatting and preparing their plates.
When a rather busty- er, or he means beautiful, southern woman with the warmest drawl had come to stay in Paradise for a couple weeks, she'd easily convinced him that a community BBQ would just be a lovely idea. So, that's what was happening. Couldn't say no to free food...or Texan breasts.
The day was a hot one, the air heavy and sticky. In the lot, two different BBQ grills were standing, along with three cheap, plastic tables with equally cheap, plastic chairs. One of the three tables had food spread out from residents that had already come down to the gathering. Some food included mashed potatoes, ribs, baked potatoes, lots of bagged chips, one seafood dish made of an unknown fish, craw-fish, and a big ol' pot of gumbo. There was also a jumbo sized cooler full of drinks on ice. It was not very usual for the complex to do things like this, so plenty of people were pleasantly surprised and eager to participate. A dozen residents were already gathered down in the lot chatting and preparing their plates.
“Okay Everyone come one at a time, slowly too.” His Texas accent sort of uncovered itself when he spoke, this happens a lot when he does stuff nostalgic to home. He had cooked “Big Ass American Made” Steaks. They were massive, almost the size of a 6 month baby.
He laid back against the bare shitty wooden fence that the landlord keeps on making him stain,yeah right like it would make it look better. He watched as the nosy lady from room 234, Miss Debra, she smelled of late night cigarettes and child pageant reruns. Her tan was so....orange, she almost looked like the apprentice’s host.
He kinda felt bad after the events of last night, he really regretted following them. He just finished his drink at the bar and drove home, there was embarrassment and failure in his psyche now. “Hello miss Debbie, have a gander and choose.” He smiled and opened the pot that had the beef stored in them.
((Was this good? Should I fix anything?))
He laid back against the bare shitty wooden fence that the landlord keeps on making him stain,yeah right like it would make it look better. He watched as the nosy lady from room 234, Miss Debra, she smelled of late night cigarettes and child pageant reruns. Her tan was so....orange, she almost looked like the apprentice’s host.
He kinda felt bad after the events of last night, he really regretted following them. He just finished his drink at the bar and drove home, there was embarrassment and failure in his psyche now. “Hello miss Debbie, have a gander and choose.” He smiled and opened the pot that had the beef stored in them.
((Was this good? Should I fix anything?))
(It was lovely! Dont need to change anything. I'll post in for Rowen after another one or two characters post in here.)
Quintus woke up with a start, the sounds of war and death leaving him, he'd been dreaming of past campaigns. Ultimately a victory, it'd still left its share of scars. Whilst the grogginess began to fade away he slowly picked himself out of the tangle of bed sheets and made his way to the bathroom. Freshening up with a shower and such he finally got around to his morning stretch, spreading his arms out and turning them in such a way as to make hi shoulders crack with that oh so satisfying pop. Turning side to side he relieved some tension from his back, enough to relax, but not enough to truly feel ready for the day. Putting on a white T and a pair of Black jeans he moved towards the kitchen to poor himself some coffee and perhaps make himself an omelette. On his way there he noted the time, it was late, very late. He'd overslept...again.... With a sigh he moved to the living room, he'd left his cell behind the other night, somewhere hidden in the living room. Perhaps he'd left it behind a couch or... Ah he thought mentally as he noted it on the window sill. Making his call to his assistant he finally returned to the kitchen, sitting comfortably at his kitchen table waiting for the stove to warm and coffee to heat. Standing he moved his way over to the window, opening it to let in the warm air from outside....and smelled something quite good make its way into his home. Damn, that smelled amazing.... With a yawn he poured himself a cup and made his way to the outside world, he'd probably have to talk to a few neighbors but the smell of Steaks and BBQ was definitely worth it. Finally reaching the land of the living he made his way over to the man with the prize.
"Morning Rocha... I see you have steaks, you in charge of the grill?"
"Morning Rocha... I see you have steaks, you in charge of the grill?"
"Indeed I am, want some huh?" He smiled and grabbed a thick plate. He opened up the large pot and placed a fat one on the plate. "There's a lot of other shit over there so have a field day." He laughs and patted Quin's Back. He would immediately go back to his "post" and greet other neighbors.
Rowen's ground level apartment door flung open, a huge, dark haired girl who was covered in tattoos storming out, not wearing any pants, they were clenched in one of her giant fists. "You're a fuckin' dirty cunt bitch Rowen! Fucking rot in hell you trashy piece of shit!" The dark haired woman bellowed, as she thundered off across the busy complex lot, not paying any mind to the BBQers.
From the darkness of Rowens apartment came the cunt herself, standing in the doorway, leaning casually against the open frame. She wore a pair of grey pjs shorts and a black tank top, showing off her skinny frame. Her dull, blonde hair was loose around her shoulders, tucked behind her ears. In one hand, she held a lit cigarette, while the other was crossed under her un-braziered breasts. A smirk was on her pillowy lips as she watched the burly woman storming away, blowing a kiss off her finger tips after her.
Then, her attention was suddenly taken by the whiff of fine smelling food that hit her like a brick. Her eyes trailed over to the BBQ and the food spread out, a grin groaning on her face as she began to approach the tables like a stalking lioness. "Whoa," She cawed. "We doing parking lot buffets now?"
From the darkness of Rowens apartment came the cunt herself, standing in the doorway, leaning casually against the open frame. She wore a pair of grey pjs shorts and a black tank top, showing off her skinny frame. Her dull, blonde hair was loose around her shoulders, tucked behind her ears. In one hand, she held a lit cigarette, while the other was crossed under her un-braziered breasts. A smirk was on her pillowy lips as she watched the burly woman storming away, blowing a kiss off her finger tips after her.
Then, her attention was suddenly taken by the whiff of fine smelling food that hit her like a brick. Her eyes trailed over to the BBQ and the food spread out, a grin groaning on her face as she began to approach the tables like a stalking lioness. "Whoa," She cawed. "We doing parking lot buffets now?"
“Apparently so.” He laughs to himself. He notices the woman’s companion leave without her pants on. “I see you still have the charm?” He shouts over to Rowen. “Would you like some steak? You really look like you need some weight on ya.” He opened the pot to reveal the huge steaks.
"Don't you know it's fucking rude to talk about a woman's weight?" She scolded casually, not actually caring about his opinion in the slightest as she was admiring the many food dishes on display. "But yeah, I'll take a steak." Rowen finished, grabbing a plastic plate before walking over to Richard and holding it out expectantly.
"As it's rude to cut the line and yell at the chef too." He gives Rowen the smallest of the lot for her attitude.
Quintus couldn't help but chuckle at Roche and Rowen's antics, "Aww come on now papa roach, give the little lady her due meal" he said before wiggling his eyebrows at Rowen. Having said his part he turned to the steak on his plate, finally cutting into it and watching as the dripping excess oils ran free, the coloration of the inner steak was lighter than the outside, done but not well done. Taking a bite he grinned at his old friend. "It's pretty good, a bit over done for my tastes but overall not bad" he commended his friend.
"Where'd you get such high grade steak from?"
"Where'd you get such high grade steak from?"
"I'm a grounds keeper and there's alligators galore, so put two and two together." He answered sarcastically. He turned and made more heavy ass steaks.