[a/n]Eh, this is gonna be crap. What'che gonna do?
Phoenix: Nothing! We need to put some lemo-
Rydia: -duct tapes Phoenix's beak shut-
Oscen: Ignore the buzzard
Phoenix: -glare-
D: O.o'''' -hides-
_______________
"Well where the hell am I supposed to sit?" Josh stood, only to pout down at Dru. The female glanced up, quirking a brow at the pouting male. "There's plenty of floor." She grunted, before closing her eyes to the male. Josh frowned, before a playful smirk spread across his features. "Don't say I didn't warn you...."
~~~
"SON OF A BITCH GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" Dylan sat bolt upright as a feminine scream filled the room; perhaps even the entire hotel. "What the hell!?" Dylan blinked towards her left, to see a weary-eyed John Cena sitting up in bed, rubbing at sleep hazed orbs. "What's going on? What the fuck was that?" The male inquired, watching as Dylan rolled off of her bed, landing on hands and knees. The male stood as well, following as the female padded out into the main room.
"I SAID GET THE HELL OFF OF ME JACKASS!" Dru screamed, from beneath the bulk of one Josh Mathews. The male was smirking, remote in one hand as he lay, sprawled atop the female and intent on his programming. "Josh... I think you're killing her.." Zeke grumbled, forced to sit up at the tetra-haired female's complaints. "Naw, she's fine."
"Lemme put it this way. If you don't get off of her, I'll kill you." The tiny man replied, glancing briefly at the newly arrived Dylan and John. "Eh, Josh, get off her. We know you want her, but get off."
"Ugh, fine." The moment she was free from the situation, Dru jumped up and sprinted into the ajoining bedroom, collapsing on the bed previously inhabited by John. "Hey! My bed! Get off you bitch!" The male ranted, running after Dylan. The auburn haired female simply jumped on to her own bed, limbs spread to take up as much room as possible.
"Sorry sweetie, you're jus' too slow." Dru commented, before curling up into a tight ball on the bed, very much like a drowsy cat. Grumbling, John returned to the main room to throw Josh off of the ever-so-coveted couch. "'Ey, I was sleeping."
"Key word, Mathews, is 'was'."
~~~~~
"'Ey 'Ey Everybody! Wakey wakey, time for cakey!" Dylan bounced into the main room of the suite, which contained the living room, kitchen and a table. All inhabitants groaned at the female and her very loud, obnoxious wake-up call. Lan bounced towards the fridge, dressed in a gray tee reading 'Fox' beneath a leaping fox shadow, and gray sweats with 'Neow' across the ass.
Dru sauntered in after, dressed very similar though in all black. Across the front of her black tee was a half moon pentagram (a/n| Half a moon, intertwined with a pentagram. Simple, eh?), whilst across the back was a pair of glowering eyes, lined in gold and silver in a very Egyptian style. Across the ass of her black sweats was 'Queen of Denial' in cursive.
"G'morning gents. How're you this fine, FINE day?" The latter drawled, in a rather impressive imitation of a cockney accent. Josh glared, before twisting away from the two. John blinked one eye open, before rising from his perch to reclaim his place in his chair. Zeke snored softly, oblivious to the commotion going on around him.
"What to eat, what to eat..." Dylan shifted through the contents of a recently stocked cupboard, while Dru dug through the contents of the refrigerator. An exclimation escaped both as Risa smacked both squarely across the ass.
"Bitch"
"Whore"
"Same to you."
~~~
[a/n]Eh, can't think of anything else to write.
Phoenix: -snore-
Rydia: -falls over-
Oscen: Zzzz....
D: Eh, stupid idiotic creatures. -falls out of chair- X.x;;
Tiburon: -flops around-
Fox: -hides in box-
A: -shakes head- I don't know any of you.
Phoenix: Nothing! We need to put some lemo-
Rydia: -duct tapes Phoenix's beak shut-
Oscen: Ignore the buzzard
Phoenix: -glare-
D: O.o'''' -hides-
_______________
"Well where the hell am I supposed to sit?" Josh stood, only to pout down at Dru. The female glanced up, quirking a brow at the pouting male. "There's plenty of floor." She grunted, before closing her eyes to the male. Josh frowned, before a playful smirk spread across his features. "Don't say I didn't warn you...."
~~~
"SON OF A BITCH GET THE FUCK OFF ME!" Dylan sat bolt upright as a feminine scream filled the room; perhaps even the entire hotel. "What the hell!?" Dylan blinked towards her left, to see a weary-eyed John Cena sitting up in bed, rubbing at sleep hazed orbs. "What's going on? What the fuck was that?" The male inquired, watching as Dylan rolled off of her bed, landing on hands and knees. The male stood as well, following as the female padded out into the main room.
"I SAID GET THE HELL OFF OF ME JACKASS!" Dru screamed, from beneath the bulk of one Josh Mathews. The male was smirking, remote in one hand as he lay, sprawled atop the female and intent on his programming. "Josh... I think you're killing her.." Zeke grumbled, forced to sit up at the tetra-haired female's complaints. "Naw, she's fine."
"Lemme put it this way. If you don't get off of her, I'll kill you." The tiny man replied, glancing briefly at the newly arrived Dylan and John. "Eh, Josh, get off her. We know you want her, but get off."
"Ugh, fine." The moment she was free from the situation, Dru jumped up and sprinted into the ajoining bedroom, collapsing on the bed previously inhabited by John. "Hey! My bed! Get off you bitch!" The male ranted, running after Dylan. The auburn haired female simply jumped on to her own bed, limbs spread to take up as much room as possible.
"Sorry sweetie, you're jus' too slow." Dru commented, before curling up into a tight ball on the bed, very much like a drowsy cat. Grumbling, John returned to the main room to throw Josh off of the ever-so-coveted couch. "'Ey, I was sleeping."
"Key word, Mathews, is 'was'."
~~~~~
"'Ey 'Ey Everybody! Wakey wakey, time for cakey!" Dylan bounced into the main room of the suite, which contained the living room, kitchen and a table. All inhabitants groaned at the female and her very loud, obnoxious wake-up call. Lan bounced towards the fridge, dressed in a gray tee reading 'Fox' beneath a leaping fox shadow, and gray sweats with 'Neow' across the ass.
Dru sauntered in after, dressed very similar though in all black. Across the front of her black tee was a half moon pentagram (a/n| Half a moon, intertwined with a pentagram. Simple, eh?), whilst across the back was a pair of glowering eyes, lined in gold and silver in a very Egyptian style. Across the ass of her black sweats was 'Queen of Denial' in cursive.
"G'morning gents. How're you this fine, FINE day?" The latter drawled, in a rather impressive imitation of a cockney accent. Josh glared, before twisting away from the two. John blinked one eye open, before rising from his perch to reclaim his place in his chair. Zeke snored softly, oblivious to the commotion going on around him.
"What to eat, what to eat..." Dylan shifted through the contents of a recently stocked cupboard, while Dru dug through the contents of the refrigerator. An exclimation escaped both as Risa smacked both squarely across the ass.
"Bitch"
"Whore"
"Same to you."
~~~
[a/n]Eh, can't think of anything else to write.
Phoenix: -snore-
Rydia: -falls over-
Oscen: Zzzz....
D: Eh, stupid idiotic creatures. -falls out of chair- X.x;;
Tiburon: -flops around-
Fox: -hides in box-
A: -shakes head- I don't know any of you.
