[As Badou fixes his buddy with a level stare the only indication of how hard he's trying not to burst into laughter is the quivering of his mouth.] Hey now...are you trynna proposition me or somethin? Cause I think I've toldja before, I'm not that kinda girl. An this doesn't count as a first date by a longshot.
....PFFTAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA! [Well he tried real hard, like a trooper, but once Slim Jim tosses the wig Badou pretty much loses his shit, folding at the waist with quaking laughter, arms around his middle. Give him a minute between the gasping and the hooting. Eventually...like ten minutes later, it's a good laugh ok and hes feeling fuzzy, he regains his voice and knocks his shoulder against Norrington's, smirking at him like the conspiring bro he is. Maybe his own tension was already minimizing]
Thaaaaaat's my boy! An of course 'm right about tits an bitches, always am. [He takes another swig of his can, secretly relieved that the fucker wasn't gonna start crying or something. He's handled enough weepy drunks for this lifetime.] At least there ain't no such thing as shotgun weddings where you're from. Dodged a bullet there, man.
tally hoe!
....PFFTAAAAAAAHAHAHAHA! [Well he tried real hard, like a trooper, but once Slim Jim tosses the wig Badou pretty much loses his shit, folding at the waist with quaking laughter, arms around his middle. Give him a minute between the gasping and the hooting.
Eventually...like ten minutes later, it's a good laugh ok and hes feeling fuzzy, he regains his voice and knocks his shoulder against Norrington's, smirking at him like the conspiring bro he is. Maybe his own tension was already minimizing]
Thaaaaaat's my boy! An of course 'm right about tits an bitches, always am. [He takes another swig of his can, secretly relieved that the fucker wasn't gonna start crying or something. He's handled enough weepy drunks for this lifetime.] At least there ain't no such thing as shotgun weddings where you're from. Dodged a bullet there, man.