The Pit, Saturday Evening
May. 28th, 2011 05:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
l1ttle_billyBilly had a bottle of Sarsparilla (courtesy of Wild Bill) in one hand, and held a bit of hamburger bun up to the skunk perched on his shoulder. Annette munched happily, while her tiny black eyes scanned the crowd. Many of them were giving her wary looks. They didn't know she was de-scented.
It was Shipwreck's fault of course. He'd said he was going to bring his parrot, so Law proclaimed that if he did that then he should be allowed to bring Order. So of course Snake-Eyes brought Timber (who thankfully was getting along well with the German Shepherd). And when he'd heard about that Billy decided to brink Annette.
Beach Head snorted. "Thought this was a Memorial Day weekend party. Not a petting zoo."
"You should get a pet Beach Head." Shipwreck teased him. "Something to fit your code name. Or your personality."
"A hermit crab maybe." Billy suggested.
It was Shipwreck's fault of course. He'd said he was going to bring his parrot, so Law proclaimed that if he did that then he should be allowed to bring Order. So of course Snake-Eyes brought Timber (who thankfully was getting along well with the German Shepherd). And when he'd heard about that Billy decided to brink Annette.
Beach Head snorted. "Thought this was a Memorial Day weekend party. Not a petting zoo."
"You should get a pet Beach Head." Shipwreck teased him. "Something to fit your code name. Or your personality."
"A hermit crab maybe." Billy suggested.
