Lex and Pat Shenanigans!

[grumpybear]

This is in no way associated with the current story arc. This is just random stories involving the Angry Creten and the Drunk Puca. Anyone can join in if you want, just roll with what ever happens, this is all for fun and let the shenanigan commence!!!

[grumpybear]

Pat sighs as he walks around Lex's office, "Why did ya drag me here? I got better things ta do than sit wit me thumbs up me arse and watch ya do paperwork." He sighs again as he flops down in the chair and shifts to his Highland Tiger form. He curls up and watches the end of Lex's pen waiting....

[lex]

Lex glanced up at pat and grinned at him. "Like what sitting with your thumbs up your arse, in some dive pub watching soccer hooligans toss darts for fun?" Next thing you know Pat was a highland tiger sitting in his antique chair balls sprawled out for all the world to see staring down the end of Lex's pen. A few thoughts went through his mind at the moment. The least of which not being to grab the spray bottle. "Pat... non of your shit today seriously man I'm filling out requisition forms to get you a small guest flat and some spending cash to cover your incidentals. unlike normal you're actually here on the record for once."

[grumpybear]

Pat gasps, "On the record??!??" He gins and tips his head to the side, "Well that's a first ain't it?" He jumps up on Lex's desk and looks down at the papers, "That seems like a load of crock.... don't you all have safehouses and shite all over tha place?" He curls up on the corner of the desk and his attention is now focused on a MCU mug sitting on the desk. "Naow you of all people should know that it is not what tha American's call soccer, it's fuckin' Futball and darts is a game of skill, considering that everyone's drunk and no one kills anyone else." He grins like the Cheshire Cat and gingerly reaches for the mug.

[lex]

Lex reaches out in one deft movement and scoops up the mug filled with water and with another smooth motion deposits the contents right on top of Pat's head. "Yep we have tons of them... and official safe houses require official paperwork... lots of boring. dull. uneventful..... fuck it lets go to a pub." Lex stood up 'filing' the paper work next to his desk in the trash can.

[grumpybear]

Pat yowls and spazzes out jumping off of the desk and into the chair that he was in first. Shaking he shifts back to his human form with cat ears and tail, "What the fook was that fur ya arsehole!!" He shakes his head some more, the still damp mow-hawk flapping about. "I thought ya would never suggest us going to a pub," he pulls on his cap, "It better be a proper one. Them fake ones make me feel sad." He pauses for a moment and squints at Lex, "Ya know... if I didn't know any better, I would say that you had this planned out..."

[lex]

Several hours had passed, Lex and Pat had been kicked out of no less then 7 pubs of 'lesser quality' both in terms of liquor offered, and in the standards of assholes they had to offer. Lex glanced at Pat knowing that look. "Stop it.... I know that look, I hate that look." Pat was giving him the infamous 'why do you keep getting in fights and getting us kicked out?' glance. "You know I'm not what any educated person could really call a 'people person.' Besides that last guy no less then called you a 'silly faggot' no body that's not me gets to talk to you like that."

[grumpybear]

Pat still scowling, "Tha only times ya ever talked to me in any fashion related to that, is when ya wanted to cause a distraction or ya were bored and wanted entertainment!!" If you were paying close attention you would notice a stripped tabby tail swishing aggressively behind him, he knew it was a bad idea, but most of the people around them were too drunk to notice, "I jus' want ta get fluthered, but it takes too lang to find a new pub fer it ta work!" He throws up his arms and spins in a circle, his hat coming off as he brings his arms down, his highland tiger ears twitching angrily.