A whole lotta ideas an' not a lotta time, huh? Well, you've been helpful though, you're part of why we got that truce with VMB an' why the Locos are fuckin' outta territory an' people for now. You don't gotta do that shit singlehandedly for it to count.
[Now, yeah, she didn't exactly mean to turn a bunch of guys into pavement slime, but whatever, you roll with the punches, right?
Anyway, that's enough pep talk. It's shrimp time. And smoked clams time. So many tasty appetizers.
The oysters are... Raw. Okay, he should have known that. They're covered in some sort of red spicy butter but he's never faced a raw oyster down. He picks up a half shell and eyes it. The meat slides around - it's already detached, just set in the shell for presentation.]
Ain't oysters supposed to be like... One a' those things you eat that makes you horny? What's that called?
[Fuck it, this thing looks so gross but he's a man, he can handle it. Other people here are. He knocks it back in one gulp, takes one chew, pauses as his face contorts while he tries to decide if it's good or not.
And then just swallows because that's the easiest way to get rid of it.]
Huh. Salty goo. That what swallowing come is like? Without the hot sauce.
[There are for sure people at a nearby table eyeing him with disdain on overhearing that, but he doesn't give a shit, he just nudges the plate toward Chrissy. She'll know the answer.]
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[Now, yeah, she didn't exactly mean to turn a bunch of guys into pavement slime, but whatever, you roll with the punches, right?
Anyway, that's enough pep talk. It's shrimp time. And smoked clams time. So many tasty appetizers.
The oysters are... Raw. Okay, he should have known that. They're covered in some sort of red spicy butter but he's never faced a raw oyster down. He picks up a half shell and eyes it. The meat slides around - it's already detached, just set in the shell for presentation.]
Ain't oysters supposed to be like... One a' those things you eat that makes you horny? What's that called?
[Fuck it, this thing looks so gross but he's a man, he can handle it. Other people here are. He knocks it back in one gulp, takes one chew, pauses as his face contorts while he tries to decide if it's good or not.
And then just swallows because that's the easiest way to get rid of it.]
Huh. Salty goo. That what swallowing come is like? Without the hot sauce.
[There are for sure people at a nearby table eyeing him with disdain on overhearing that, but he doesn't give a shit, he just nudges the plate toward Chrissy. She'll know the answer.]