Lion Head Mesa (ap) I wish you nothing but the gentle kiss of yellow piss.

oh no. not the drunken guy. shoko heard his hollering over the general chatter and made a beeline to him; already the crowd was pulling away from the fringes of disruption, making reyes easy to spot. 

shoko strode towards reyes with quiet assurance. when reyes was done roaring, shoko used his body as a physical barricade against the guests. uh, uh, huh — that’s not the magic password. not that shoko had any plans to let this keg of TNT into the after party any time soon.