[Dandy makes himself comfortable while Faye mumbles and does the same, feeling the dregs of exhaustion finally willing his eyelids shut after a night of nuisances and a nearly-missed nutting.]
Uh-huh. He's also a ramen snob. Couldn't tell ya what's wrong with the instant stuff, but get that geek grindin' his gears about it and he'll start goin' off! Picky rat-chasing cat bastard!*
[He parts his lips to launch into yet another tirade about his feline companion, saved from a paw to the face by the fact that Meow almost always sleeps in, only to be surprised when Faye rests her head on his shoulder. She's drunk and has just had her first fill of food in what can only be described as too damn long, and even a glass half-full bastard** like Dandy knows better than to get his hopes up about it. So why, then, does he feel an odd burst of something light in the pit of his stomach? He's far too old and studly to be catchin' a case of the butterflies (Dandy's words, not mine).]
Sure. Yeah! Okay.
[Drowsily, he tilts his head slightly, nose catching a whiff of a strong odor and a tuft of dark, purplish hair.]
You smell like an ashtray.
[*have we ever seen meow chasing any rats???
**he's a glass half-full kinda guy, but he's also the guy who yells at the bartender about a "weird stain" on the inside of the glass, all the while lying out of his ass so he can get the drink for free]
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Uh-huh. He's also a ramen snob. Couldn't tell ya what's wrong with the instant stuff, but get that geek grindin' his gears about it and he'll start goin' off! Picky rat-chasing cat bastard!*
[He parts his lips to launch into yet another tirade about his feline companion, saved from a paw to the face by the fact that Meow almost always sleeps in, only to be surprised when Faye rests her head on his shoulder. She's drunk and has just had her first fill of food in what can only be described as too damn long, and even a glass half-full bastard** like Dandy knows better than to get his hopes up about it. So why, then, does he feel an odd burst of something light in the pit of his stomach? He's far too old and studly to be catchin' a case of the butterflies (Dandy's words, not mine).]
Sure. Yeah! Okay.
[Drowsily, he tilts his head slightly, nose catching a whiff of a strong odor and a tuft of dark, purplish hair.]
You smell like an ashtray.
[*have we ever seen meow chasing any rats???
**he's a glass half-full kinda guy, but he's also the guy who yells at the bartender about a "weird stain" on the inside of the glass, all the while lying out of his ass so he can get the drink for free]
An ashtray that got thrown up on in a bar...