Whiskey and Blunts (Invite)

[Fernando Castro]

"FUCK!"

Fernando crashes hard to the ground... on his face. For the loss. Goddamn bastards. All he wanted to do was get a li'l high... and they flip a goddamn nut. Where the hell's his...

"A little HELP?"

...backup?

[Cameron Kincaid]

What the fu ...Cam turns his head quick enough to see his amigo crashing to the floor of the bar face first, knocking damn near everything from it. The sound of glasses shattering and objects falling from the bar was unmistakable. A frown instantly on his face as he and Jacob both stood to their feet, Cam focused on 'Nando getting up slowly from the floor, he could already hear Jacob's voice rising in volume towards the other two men at the end of the bar.

Reaching down and yanking the mexican back to his feet, he reaches for one of the bottles that had managed to survive the Slip N' Slide act his partner had just put on. Taking it by the neck of the bottle, he turned stepping past Jacob with the look of anger already in his eyes, clearly not too impressed with what the two Gay-Unit members had just pulled...

Hey!...20 Cent and Lloyd Stanks...Why not try doing that to somebody that's not some sawed off, half pint, legs dangling as he sits on the toilet, so short he could pose for the little men you see on trophies, midget Mexican, and try it on somebody who could shove one of these bottles halfway through those ugly mugs of yours...

Feeling an awkward gaze from his amigo 'Nando now almost back to his feet, he turned raising an eyebrow...

No offense amigo...So what do you fellas feel like doing here...? Standing there looking like two escaped convicts or getting into a old fashioned...Bar fight...? Come on...Live a little.

[Fernando Castro]

Fernando's eyes light up. Fuck yeah!!! He's already scrambling to his feet, grasping the side of the bar from the other side of the men, slightly peaking over it. Dude... the second someone swings, he's got a SWEET aerial show to put on for them bitchez! Wait...

*scans the room*

Broads are here. Fuck yeah. Maybe he'll get laid after this...

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[dj]

He looked around the room as well. Wasnt really a fair fight...three on two...hmmmm. I think we can take em, the drunk bastards. DJ gets into a fighting stance, ready for anything that comes his way.

Until.....

Little fights began breaking out all over the room. Lovely day to be at a bar huh? He turns his attention back to the Three Amigos.

Come on you drunk bastards....were waaaaaaiting

[Jayceon Williams]

Remmy put turned to look at the Mexican and his two white boys with a raised eyebrow. A smirk cross his face as he shook his head. If a fight was what they wanted, well then... a fight was what they're going to get. He didn't care if they were outnumbering him and Dustin. Remmy could easily defend himself regardless of the number of people before him. He shrugged his shoulders, clenched his fists tight, and raised them up boxing style.

"A'ight. Y'all want some? Come get it, bitches... I ain't going anywhere."

[PornStar]

"Three men, having a good time... Drunk off of their ass..."

*insert old school western about to do battle theme here...*

"Two youngsters, breaking the rules, being cool, only wanting to enjoy a smoke..."

*Old School Western about to do battle theme kicks it up a notch...*

"All in a battle to deem who is the rightful smoker of said joint. Marijuana, the forefront of the war on drugs, at least in this small bar, in the outskirts of Chicago, Illinois... Blood shall spill... Lives, more than likely not lost, in what could soon prove to be an ethnically charged contest for some happy grass. White, black, hispanic, Cam's skin color, all join in one, mangled mesh of color, duking it out, spilling red blood, for a simple fifteen minute high. Viewer discretion is advised...


Me? I'm popping wood as we speak... But I ain't watchin' this shit..."

Cut to the upstairs office. The Bar Owners daughter, his office, his desk, and a stolen bottle of Smirnoff... and Buck nowhere in sight downstairs in the impending brawl.

"Who are you talking t-- mph!*"

*Inserts "cork" into her mouth...

"Quiet toots, lets get this show on the road."

What's the point of this?

/end narrator mode.

BARFIGHT!!!!!!!!!

[dj]

Dustin stands for a moment, thinking about why they're getting ready to got to war with a few drunks. He looks around the bar, little fights here and there, but for the most part, all eyes are on the 5 at the bar. He looks over at Rem, his look notifying Rem that the fights about to start.

He turns back toward the three on the opposite side of the bar, then looks down at the bar itself. He then picks one of the broken bottles from the barslide earlier. He then launches the bottle at Nando, and then makes his move toward Cam.


UNTIL...............

[Fernando Castro]

Incoming!

*ducks*

Now it's Fernando's chance for some bar Slip n' Slide payback.. Nando hops up on the bar, using his legs to spring towards the distracted DJ, wrapping his legs around Dustin's head.

"SNIFF MAH BALLS!!!"

He screams this as he uses his momentum in yet another "Fierce ( )" Hurracanrana, tumbling Dustin off to the side... Fernando laughs... this shit's gonna be great, he thinks, charging the rolling Dustin...

[Jacob Cruise]

Cruise stands up, about to join the fight at his buddies sides.....But then he realizes, hes still on the phone. Shit, it'd be rude to hang up now. So, he takes his seat once more and is but a mere spectator to the forthcoming brawl...

Any time now...Can't leave me on hold fo....DUCK NANDO!......shit.....do do do.....Man, this music they play sounds like elevator shit.....its catchy....do do da....

A glass goes flying by his head....

Damn i'm..

Thank you for contacting the Disney information line. How may I be of service to you today?

The voice seemed.....familiar?

As....Ashley, that you baby? Its me...I know you remember the voice...No one forgets this voice....Man, that was a rough....long....night we shared.....Wanna hook up again sometime I'm free here for...

Sir...sir....I'm going to have to ask you to retain from continuing your current topic of conversation...

Baby, don't act like it wasn't good...Cuz I know I made ya moan a time or...

Thats it sir....I am going to have to hang up on you...Now..

No! Wait...please...I got a quick question...just one quick question...do....do you allow Mexicans?

Theres a momentary silence on the other end of the phone....

Do we allow Mexicans what?

Cruise releases a sigh. He hated repeating himself...Bitch should have caught the question the first time around....

Do....You....ALLOW....MEXICANS......IN....YOUR.....PARK!?!

Another momentary silence...

Um...of course we do sir...Wh...why wouldn't we?

Oh...

Cruise takes a quick sip off a beer that had found its place infront of him. It wasn't his...but hell, free alcohol for the win!

Its just....How can you call it the happiest place on Earth then?

Sir...I don't like where this conversation is going....

I mean...I'm sure ninety percent of your completely underpaid workers there are Mexicans...So I guess I should have expected it....

Sir....

At that moment, the wallet falls from the pocket of the loud mouthed white guy (Not Cruise, the other one....And not Cam either...Just in case you thought he was white....Cuz really, I don't know what he is....) Anyways.....the white guy who originally had the weed....His wallet lands at Cruise's feet. Without hesitation, he picks it up and removes a credit card from it....

Just gimme...three....Wait....no, our new friends might want to come....make it five...tickets to your Orlando theme park....The credit card name is under Dustin...James.....And the credit card number is...*Insert random numbers here so you dumbasses don't try to steal someones real credit card number*.

A short pause....

Again...the credit card number is....*Random numbers are fun*.....five tickets...aight? Thats what I thought.....Junior...

Alright.....Dustin...wait....Cruise....is that you? I think I do remember your voice now...You sound an awful lot like Jacob Cruise.....I remember you now! We did sleep together....Oh, baby...thank you for calling...I think you may have gotten me pregna...

*Click* Cruise flips his cell phone shut....

Bitch.....

[Jayceon Williams]

"Fuck it..."

Remmy decided he'd get into the fight himself. He knew that the Mexican's friends would undoubtly get involved eventually. Why not be the one to throw the first punch? Or rather... an asswhooping... Seeing his homie DJ was already involved with the Mexican. One of his boys was on the phone going on about Disneyland or some shit. He was left to go with the last and obvious choice. He proceeds to start charging forward towards Cameron at full speed. As he's reaching him, Remmy begins to lift a leg up into the air. And with his full force, Remmy drives his size 12 sneakers directly into Cam's chest. Big boot style FTW! Delivering a hard kick square dead in the chest.


"Get some, bitch!"

[dj]

After taking the "Ranna" from the MexiCool wanna-be, DJ is seen rolling across the bar floor, knocking a couple people outta the way. After finally hitting a pool table a little wayz across the room, Dustin regains his composure, and grabs a pool stick from the guy standing next to him. Being a hardcore guy, he knew how to use his weapons.

Nando had followed the rolling Dustin, and as he got to where DJ was, he got smacked with the stick across that thick head. DJ then got up on top of the pool table and did a little flying of his own, landing an elbow drop right in the beating heart of Nando.

Noticing a couple bouncers coming, DJ turned his attention to them and began throwing pool balls at them. Them sum bitches gotta hurt right? Would the others join in? Or would they stand there like fools?

[Fernando Castro]

Fernando reels from the Shawn Michaels impersonation off of the pool table. NOW, it's going apeshit. A pool ball bounces by him, his baseball-like genes in his hispanic blood springs him into action, fielding that sumbitch and whipping it back, hearing a glass shatter in the background. Leaving it wide open to the sound everybody should be hearing now...

"FUCKIN' PIGS ARE HERE!!!!"

Fernando hops the bar and starts sprinting to the back before getting tackled by a cop, the rest filtering in from other exits to start arresting the drunken, stoned idiots.

"POT'S NOT THE MEXICANS!!! GET THE BLACK GUY!!!"

Fernando's screams probably fall on deaf ears, as he's cuffed, watching the rest recieve the same treatment while pinned to the ground....




The End