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Anonymous Sun 08 Sep 2024 00:32:57 No.68957658 Report

>>68957529
>"fight club behind the waffle house,"
Times like this I wish I could write, BUT only PUSSIES let that stop them. I'm getting cooking

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Anonymous Sun 08 Sep 2024 01:39:11 No.68959512 Report

Quoted By: >>68959541

>>68957658
>Waffle house at 2am on a saturday
>No better way to spend your teenage years is what i say
>Or rather what i would say if I could say anything
>Somehow doesn’t stop jack from keeping me around
>Not to say i mind the company
>It’s a very colorful group but they all care
>I mean, if they didn’t we wouldn’t be here right?
>I’m dragged from my introspection as the entry bell rings
>Instinctively looking towards the door I notice a familiar orange bandana wearing hybrid
>I can feel my eyes rolling
>Here we go again
>Before I can even motion to the others that her crew arrived jack is already getting out of his seat
>A rivalry that’s been going on before I even knew Volcadera existed
>As is routine the rest of us file out behind Jack
>Not because we have any beef with Amber or anything
>You backup your a bro, it’s just what you do
>We’re all standing face to face in the middle of the restaurant now
>Lucky for us, they don’t have the big guns
>The Rexican and psycho stayed home
>Just Amber, the stego,the trigger, and … some other trigga?
>I’d be more confident in the assertion but her tail is huge
>Jack finally breaks the silence
>”The hell are you doing at my waffle house?”
>”Your waffle house? You don’t even own a car let alone a restaurant”
>Surprisingly the purple one spoke up first
>Usually that right belongs to the leader
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Anonymous Sun 08 Sep 2024 01:40:01 No.68959541 Report

Quoted By: >>68959639

>>68959512
>Brent fires back
>”Well, I own your mom!”
>The whole thing is messed up now
>Same song and dance every time we see each other
>Jack goes first, then Amber, and it goes from there
>I have a chart typed up somewhere on my phone
>Now it’s all out of wack
>Despite how weak the burn was, pulling out moms on the second go is not a good start
>I mentally kiss my food goodbye
>Fish stench is stepping up now
>and she keeps stepping
>and she punches Trent right in the snout
>Wrong kid but the point comes across
>We’re skipping straight to the end game
>It was such a nice night too
>At least everyone has the sense to shuffle out to the parking lot
>Barely
>The second we’re out on the pavement Brent rushes Cynthia
>And away we go
>This part is charted too
>Amber against Jack
>Always
>The Ents against whoever is the biggest, which tonight is Sera
>Iris against smelly if she’s there
>And I’m left to deal with the rest
>Hard to form a rivalry if you can’t swap insults
>Walking up to the yellow one I notice she’s already shaking
>Weird, normally that only happens once you get the shit kicked out of you
>I have no beef with this chick
>I doubt Jack does either
>Fuck it, worst I get is an earfull from Jack
>I stop my march and give the poor thing a wave
>She looks me over and after a second of consideration waves back
>I jerk my head in the direction of the restaurant
>Make sure she noticed
>Then start walking back in
>Doubt she’s the fighting type anyways even if she doesn’t follow me
>”H-hey! Wait!”
>For a second I’m worried I may actually have to do something
>Footsteps quickly gaining on me
>Whipping my head around I’m ready to take one to the face
>But to my shock she actually starts slowing down
>”I’m Lavender! N-nice to meet you!”
>Her hand is outstretched
>I grab it
>Give it a firm shake
>And lead her inside
>My pancakes are getting cold
fin