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19 December 2010 @ 10:35 am
You can run on for a long time  
WHO: Booga, whoever happens to check in the warehouse that Sunday
WHERE: Tank Girl's Workshop/Warehouse
WHEN: Sunday morning
WARNINGS: not sure yet
SUMMARY: Booga's back from mission
FORMAT: Para start, onto quick stuff?



Booga makes his first stop back at the warehouse. He's been washed and bandaged, more or less.... but he's sore as hell, and on crutches for his bullet wound. He tossed his large duffel bag under his work bench, tossing the hat he was wearing on a hanger. No more of this man-non-roo business for a while. Good? Good. He's... going to take a nap on the work table real quick... what's another couple of hours before making it back to the tank?

A guy who was thinking straight probably would've checked in with the wife first. Yeah, Booga's a thoughtless buffoon. And now he's a thoughtless buffoon that's snoring.
 
 
 
if (defined or != "") { print "
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And then a whang on the skull comes from behind about 50 minutes later.

"You fucking shithead!"
Booga: erpboogaroos on December 19th, 2010 06:16 pm (UTC)
At that Booga sputtered up, flailing. "Wha-shi-fuggal?!!"

He sits up. "Oh... hey, baby!"
if (defined or != "") { print "
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"You finally get home, and the first thing you do is pass out in the workshop? Ass!" Leaned in close - and pulled on one of his ears, like she was his mom dragging him somewhere.

"You didn't even fuckin' call!"
Booga: fuck offboogaroos on December 19th, 2010 08:09 pm (UTC)
His ear got tugged. He almost fell off the table- knocking his crutches off. More flailing. "Was on my way home, I promise!" Nevermind the not calling thing... he knew any excuse would just get his ass kicked.
if (defined or != "") { print "
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"Bullshit. If you were on your way home, you woulda been home. Did a bullet hit your dick or something?"

Let go of the ear. Huffed out, chewing furiously on her lip.

"Turn over. How badly did you get fucked up?"

She was worried about him, but that didn't mean she couldn't be pissed too.
Booga: what a cuntboogaroos on December 19th, 2010 08:30 pm (UTC)
He rubbed his ear, readjusting himself, and leaning against the table. "Not bad, just a bullet to the leg. Could've been worse." Booga smirked. "Could show you but I need to take off my pants."
if (defined or != "") { print "
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"So take off your pants." She said, with a 'seriously, what the fuck' wave of her hand. Not like it was anything she hadn't seen before. "Did anybody take it out yet?"
Booga: neck rubboogaroos on December 19th, 2010 08:44 pm (UTC)
Booga was already halfway there- he just wasn't sure if she was too pissed to care. Jeans down, he showed the bandage. "Couldn't go to a hospital proper there. Someone got it out for me, but I was sauced off my balls during the whole thing."
if (defined or != "") { print "
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"Good, because I would've done it without doping you first."

Hands on her hips, looking at it. Good enough job, bullet was out, Booga would be a bit helpless in the 'DO MY CHORES' department for awhile, but...

He was perfectly fine, otherwise.

Another huff.

Then kissed him on the head.

"Have fun in Mexico?"
Boogaboogaroos on December 19th, 2010 09:19 pm (UTC)
He winced at the thought.

After she got a look, he pulled his pants back up and fastened his belt buckle.

"The best time. Got in a bar fight for one. Kicked a gold tooth right outta some tosser's mouth."
if (defined or != "") { print "
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"Did you keep it?" She asked, even being gracious enough to hand him back his crutches. She wasn't interested in piggy-backing him all the way to the tank, after all. The 'roo weighed a ton. "It could be like your personal Roadhouse memorabilia."

"Figured you'd wanna know how well our little gift giving thing is going."
Booga: happeh faceboogaroos on December 19th, 2010 09:59 pm (UTC)
He grabbed only one crutch. No need for two without the heavy lifting. "Shit yeah I did!" He pawed his pockets. "Its on me somewhere.." He muttered, mostly to himself.

And Booga's eyes got big. "Yeah! How's it coming along? Responses good?"
if (defined or != "") { print "
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"No word yet on all the imports we gifted... but the kids are eating it up. Cass is doing a hell of a job. We're gonna put together something special for her."

Slapped his back and patted it a bit. "Feels good being Santa for thousands of kids?"
Booga: no pants onboogaroos on December 19th, 2010 10:41 pm (UTC)
He nodded. Cass definitely needed an amazing gift.

Booga laughed a bit happily, sliding his free arm over Tank's shoulders. "Feels great! Wish I could've seen their faces."