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Richie Gecko ([personal profile] notafuckingnut) wrote2012-06-30 06:31 am

[037] come out of the garden baby, you'll catch your death in the fog

This place is fucking awesome. Why couldn't we go here before? I mean, there's just...they've got everything. And I mean everything. This almost makes up for all that other shit.

[Seriously. He is digging this place entirely too much; BRING ON THE EVERYTHING, he's like a dog in a candle store right now.]

Hey, Drac. We still on for...? You know. I'm sure they got all kinds of places here. Good places, too.

[PRIVATE to Seth]

So what's the plan here?
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[personal profile] alwayshasaplan 2012-06-30 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
The plan, my brother, is we get our asses into some fresh party clothes, and then we go out there and we sample a little of everything until we find shit we like. And once we figure out where we're spending our time, we don't spend a second more sober than we have to. Good?
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[personal profile] nolongerhollow 2012-06-30 03:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Hm? Oh! Sorry, I found the topless beach. It's still rather crowded after sundown. Yes, we should definitely find ourselves a venue with exotic dancers. Though in a place like this I can't guarantee they won't have fangs...only that they won't use them.

[Happy sigh. Yay. Nightvision is the best thing with a beachful of boobies about.]
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private BECAUSE SHE NEEDED TO also richie and a planet of strippers

[personal profile] surrenders 2012-07-01 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Seth got you for this?
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[personal profile] trenchcoatedly 2012-07-03 02:48 pm (UTC)(link)
[Castiel has been floating around Risa essentially aimlessly - part of him knows he should be keeping an eye on Richie but most of him is too busy drowning in his own guilt (as per the normal), so staring at the gardens is giving him about ten thousand times more peace than telling Richie to stop eying up the green-skinned species in the tight skirts.

And then there's Richie's brother, and Castiel doesn't know where to start with that one.

Either way, he's meandering through the street, studying the bright lights of the clubs and avoiding being solicited by the street-workers, when he sees it - a man (several of them, at that) - crowding around a woman, who's backing up against the wall with wide eyes. He changes course immediately.]


Excuse me, I don't believe she's interested in your potential activities.