Whiskey and Blunts (Invite)

[Cameron Kincaid]

haywood said:

The once happy, falsified by alcohol, yet still happy, look on Cruise's face now droops down to complete seriousness.

Du....Dude? Are you....are you asking me what I think your asking me? Do....do you....*hiccup*....want me to take you to Disney World?

Where the hell did Cruise get that from? In the most serious tone Cruise has probably ever spoken in...

"Because I WILL!....I will take you...and we will drive....and Nando...he can come....maybe.....if, ya know...they allow Mexicans in that place....And dude.....Its....its the motherfuggin happiest place on Earth....man....just...whoa.....lets do it.....shit...."

The look of pure seriousness on Cruise's face is almost unbelieveable...

Man...really....man......I want some White Castle....

White Cast...Look nevermind that, but hey the offer for Disney World is something I can see though....Let's go down and just turn the place on it's damn ear man...I mean just...Do something that's never been done down there before...Kidnap Mickey Mouse and make him watch you me and...And...

He turns to the Mexican again...Snapping his fingers as if trying to remember his damn name...FUCK!...

...Shit...You, me and him if they let him anyway but, make him watch us have our way with Minnie Mouse right. Have his ass locked up in some sick ass Jigsaw trap type contraption all helpless while some South Central gangbangers beatin' the living hell out of his ass...Run a train on Minnie with her ass pinned against the wall and call that shit the "Mouse Trap"...Bro?...Tell me that's not entertainment...We'd be freakin' stars man. They'd HAVE to bring us back for an encore performance. I can see it now...

He holds his hands up, leaning closer to Cruise as if to show him what he was envisioning, his hands up as if pointing to a movie theater's screen...

"Disney Presents: The Three Amigos!!!Anal On Ice!!!"...Dude...Tell me you see that....Please tell me you can see that!

[dj]

jr said:

"Man... Fuck ya D'... Country ass..."

He reached down and picked up the bottle of Jack Daniels from the bar. Twisting off the top, he tilted his head back and began to consume. Not his favorite, but this damn bar ain't got Colt 45... Then they probably don't got shit he like here. He set the bottle down on the bar and looked at Dustin with a raised eyebrow.

"You want me to light up in a public place...? You think I won't...?

He reaches into his back pants pocket and pulls out a blunt filled with that KILLAfornia sticky icky green. He lifted it up and placed it in his mouth. Then he proceeded to reach into his pants pocket again. Searching for a light. Damnnit. No lighter. He looked back at Dustin.

"Yo... Gimme a light..."

Bartender: "Sir, you can't smoke that in here."

"Yeah, yeah... Whatever..."

Bartender: "Sir...."

"Yo D'... Gimme a light..."

Nigga always gotta hate on the country folk...damn....hater.

Dj begins searching his pockets for a lighter....and after searching all of them...He finally realizes they took it from him when he was on the plane.

Aint got one...shit...

He looks down the bar at the "Three Amigos"

Hey...one o' ya'll got a lighter

You cant smo.....

Shut up bitch...

[Fernando Castro]

"Fuggin' WEEEEEEEEEED!!!"

Fernando saw that shit from a mile away. Dude's gonna get lit now. Watch. Drunk, energy drink buzzed... now high as a motherfucker... he goes rushing over to the two nice fellows talking at the bar, ignoring his bro's talk about a gangbang in Daisy Duck's mouth...

[Jacob Cruise]

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

Cam looks at Cruise, wondering what the hell is wrong with him. Cruise just shakes his head in a disappointed manner....

Man, I just fuck everything up...Don't I?...Shit.....You come up with a pure fuggin gold plan there...pure....fuggin....gold..and I....I jack it up.....*sighs*....ya see...*hiccup*...it ca....can't be on ice....I don't know how to skate....

Thinking about it some more though....

"But man, while ya'll are doin that.....I'll take care of Snow White...Yeah, by the time I'm done with her.....Bitch would be more than just 'snow' white.....And her dwarfs man...stack two of um up together...and it'd be a perfect time for Nandy...ya know, if they let Mexicans in and all....Shit, gotta call um up and check on that.....Hell, make friends with Dopey....you know that dudes gotta hella stash...."

Cruise is getting more and more attached to the idea of road tripping to Disney World as this conversation continues on...


Lets...lets do it! Man, I wanna punch Tigger....Don't ask me why....but that black and orange hopping son of a bitch has it coming! Tigers don't bounce....Its not human man...its not human....

[Jayceon Williams]

Remmy looked at Dustin calling him a "nigga." He was lucky though. He knew Dustin was probably drunk. If he was anyone else, he'd probably cut him. But Dustin was his homie and probably wasn't thinking straight. Fuck it. As Remmy went to go to respond to him, he's cut off by the Mexican. He raised an eyebrow and said...

"Whoaaaa... Calm down nigga... It's just weed... Got a light?"

[Fernando Castro]

"Ehm... Lighter? Man..."

He pats his pockets...

"FUCK! They all got repo'd with mah gawddamn lawnmower. Was tryin' to set a trail of fire over freshly cut dry grass and shit... cut one up and the other got left in the dash... so I fuggin' lost 'em. Let's try snortin' it?"

[dj]

Damn mexican wasnt good for nuttin...damn. Where the fuck were they gonna get a lighter? Oh...right...they in a bar. They all over the damn place.

Snortin weed? What the fu....?....Whoa..wait...what? How in the fuckin world did ya get ya lawnmower repo'd. Damn....wait...More importantly....How in the fuck can you ride ten ta one o' them things?

Some random guy hands Rem a lighter....Finally damn it....

[Jayceon Williams]

"Nigga... You crazy... Repo'd lawnmower... And shit... The fuck kind of shit is that...? That's our fuckin' government for ya... Tryna' take EVERYTHING from ya.... Soon them bitches gonna be able to repo your mail... Checkin' yer shit cause they can... Fuckin' conspiracy... Bitches..."

Finally having a lighter, he ignited the flame, lifted it to his blunt, and lit it. Taking a few quick puffs from it, he handed it off to the random guy who gave it to him.

[Jacob Cruise]

Hey...damn...K....Kincaid....Cam....K...buddy...you listening....Cam...K....Cam....

Kincaid had been listening the whole time, even responding to Cruise's incoherent ass...

Ma...man...I don't want Nandy to...feel....fe...feel left out!

Cruise removes his cell phone from his coat pocket, he begins to press random buttons.....

"I...I'm gonna...call...call and ask the operator...For Disney Lands phone number...The one in Florida...cuz...ya...ya know....if that one allows mexicans....they all...all do...."

Cruise raises the phone to his ear....

[Fernando Castro]

"Right... you known me for about five minutes and you're already judgin' my ass cuz my mower got repo'd... fuck you guys. Lemme hit that."

[Cameron Kincaid]

haywood said:

Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!

Cam looks at Cruise, wondering what the hell is wrong with him. Cruise just shakes his head in a disappointed manner....

Man, I just fuck everything up...Don't I?...Shit.....You come up with a pure fuggin gold plan there...pure....fuggin....gold..and I....I jack it up.....*sighs*....ya see...*hiccup*...it ca....can't be on ice....I don't know how to skate....

Thinking about it some more though....

"But man, while ya'll are doin that.....I'll take care of Snow White...Yeah, by the time I'm done with her.....Bitch would be more than just 'snow' white.....And her dwarfs man...stack two of um up together...and it'd be a perfect time for Nandy...ya know, if they let Mexicans in and all....Shit, gotta call um up and check on that.....Hell, make friends with Dopey....you know that dudes gotta hella stash...."

Cruise is getting more and more attached to the idea of road tripping to Disney World as this conversation continues on...


Lets...lets do it! Man, I wanna punch Tigger....Don't ask me why....but that black and orange hopping son of a bitch has it coming! Tigers don't bounce....Its not human man...its not human....

Yea....Do that man, Do that...

He waits a few seconds quiet...Then starts back up as J's call starts up, Cam talking the entire time even though his partner wasn't even listening....

".............................."

I think Tigger's on heroin like...REAL bad though....Like...Worse than Whitney Houston from what I heard...But anyway...Yea I'd like to bang that Snow White chick too...Oh and the dwarfs?...God I hate those little half pint ass bitches....I was just wanna toss all of em' in the stove and make a 7 Bitch Pie or something...Don't even eat it either just toss the shit in the garbage disposal afterwards...

"................................."

Runnin' around all happy and shit...Pfftt...Now if Snow White was bending her ass over for em' I could understand but...They just freakin' gay bro'....

[dj]

nando said:

"Right... you known me for about five minutes and you're already judgin' my ass cuz my mower got repo'd... fuck you guys. Lemme hit that."

He done went to far now...damn mexican...wantin to hit the blunt...HA...my ass ;D

We aint judgin yo ass...go on somewhere. You aint gettin shit.

With that, DJ draws back and hits the lil mexicano right in the jaw, Starting what will prolly turn into the biggest bar fight in history.

[Fernando Castro]

Fernando stumbles back, clutching his jaw, checking for any blood, his hot latino temper starting to boil. Shit's ether... I'm tellin' ya... His face sort of starts to shake. Mother, fucker..., hit, me. Goddamn it... He watches him start to brag to his boy next to him... Nando's had enough. He just wanted some goddamn weed by any means necessary... was that shit too much to ask?

Fernando charges hopping up on a nearby stool to get himself airborn, immediately springing at the man who just hit him. He latches his legs around the neck of the man, colliding with the bar himself, not feeling it in his drunken state. But, his momentum throws the men into each other, sending them tumbling off of the stools, into the other ones and to the ground. The precious weed falls next to Fernando's head, who reaches slowly to it, kinda like Smeegle...

"My.... precious... you misseded us, didn't you...?"

Done with his nerdgasm Lord of the Rings spoof that probably three reading this gets, he clutches the weed, trotting back to Cameron and J, toking up a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE HIT... pointing to his puffed out cheeks, trying to see how long he can hold it in while staring down Cameron... finally, his laughter gets the better of him, coughing his ass off and expelling the smoke, his eyes already starting to water. He's slapping the top of the bar, leaving the joint resting on it as he laughs and coughs...

"You *cough*Cough*cough* see that *cough* shit, man? *cough* fuggin' *cough* Hurri*cough*can*cough*rana'd his ass *cough* into his buddy*cough... over a *cough* fuggin' *cough* joint! *cough *hack* *spit!*"

Fernando's dying at this point, failing to realize that the men probably made their way to their feet now...

[Jayceon Williams]

Jin Remmy had gotten himself up to his feet quickly. Being he was only hit with the body of his homie Dustin instead of actually hit. Was this Mexican out of his damn mind? You don't jack someone's weed. Hell nah. Fuck up someone's high doing that shit. He dusted himself off and looked around the bar for that little Mexican. Once spotting him running off towards his two friends, Remmy shook his head and proceeded to start heading after him. Leaning down forward and charges after the Mexican. Gaining speed and gaining fast. He rushed forward and caught up to the Mexican. Once he was in reaching distance of the man, he bent his knees down and jumped forward. Driving his shoulder into the lower back of the Mexican and lifting his ass off his feet. He then began to stand up straight and tossed him backwards onto the bar floor. Looking like he just ran the ol' boy down like he was the Black/Dominican Bobby Boucher. He then turned around and kneeled down. Picking the blunt up off the floor. He wasn't going to waste good weed. He dusted it off and wiped it off on his hooded sweatshirt. Then he placed the blunt back in his mouth and looked down at the Mexican on the floor. He lifted his right foot up in the air and stomped down on him one good time.

"Fuckin' crazy ass bastard... Don'tchu EVAR take my fuckin' blunt again... Get yer ass fucked up doing that..."

He proceeded to walk back over to where Dustin was until...

[dj]

Shit has it the fan now. DJ was pissed. Regaining his composure, he got off the floor and back to his feet. He began walking over to where that little mexican bastard was, passing Remmy on the way. Before proceeding onto kicking the beaners ass....he took the blunt from Rem, and then continued.

Yer border jumpin ass aint gettin away with that shit...

He said as he bent down to where the blunt thief was. He grabbed him by the back...and tossed him up on the bar. He took another hit off the blunt before continuing though.It seemed as if his partners didnt really give a damn that his ass was fucked. Shit,....They were to busy talkin about goin to Disney Land....

Ima take yer ass for a ride....better buckle up...

Tossing the blunt back to Rem, DJ grabbed 'Nando's shoulder and pant leg, and began pushing him into every bottle and glass. Barslide FTW!. After a few feet though, he let go and watched the mexicano slide a lil further before falling off the bar to the floor. That'll teach him....