"Meat is a main course for me, and seeing as you have that in front of you, raw would be preferable. Cooked is fine but I hate spices." She spoke simply, sweeping her tail silently. Her eyes were in the shadows and her thoughts, somewhere else.
"I Prefer Mine Cooked It Doesn't Matter What You Put Into It" said Helping As He Rubbed Jerry's Head As He Slept
Sullivan: Aren't you a herbivore? Sal asked the pony while the brown dog got a big plate of chopped beef, carrots & some peas.
"No I Gained A Taste For Meat When... I Don't Actually Remember When Actually" But Helpin Knew Exactly Where His Hunger For Meat Came From But It Was A Bit Too Controversial For Him To Mention To Another Living Being
"So, now that your off of work..." The woman said as she tossed a body into a lake. She washed her hands with some soap she keeps in her truck, although the woman wasn't too keen on being perfect, "Where would you like to go for dinner?" "Texas Roadhouse," Omega said eating some tic-tacks,"Haven't been there in a good while."
Sullivan: Very well then, here you go. Be careful, it's directly from the casserole.. Sal then gave him a tasty bowl of beef stew. Sullivan: Do you want anything to drink?. I got water, whiskey, hightower, rum, mead, black currant, milk, honey milk, strawberry milk & frozen oak.
Writer ate her chopped beef quickly. She grabbed a carrot and peas and was too busy flinging them at Helping to answer the question of the liquids.
Sal took a piece of bone & launched it at the dog's forehead. Sullivan: I got a rib if you want that to..
Pulling into the driveway of the restaurant, Omega and the woman got out, Omega stretched his back, "Oh man, haven't been here in some time." "I agree, but please keep your guard this time, last time we were at a local place you fought mercenaries while you ate poisoned food."
"I'll Take Some Whiskey" Helping Said As He Failed To Dodge Improvised Projectiles Being Flung At Him "Not Too Much Though, I'm A Bit Of A Light Weight" Helping Said Chuckling Awkwardly As The Bombardments Of Vegetables Didn't Stop.
On higher ground, not completely out of the possibility of being spotted, Grim is watching the group below having a meal through a high powered rifle scope. He lowers his Marksman Rifle, tugs on his mask for air circulation, and puts on a pair of sunglasses on. He shakes his head disappointedly and pulls out a radio. Grim: come in HQ, this is Grim, i've lost track of subject Omega. HQ: This is HQ to Special unit Grim, is he still a trackable target? Grim: Depends HQ. Subject Omega has left the vacinity by vehicle, I was not close enough to interpret whether Subject Omega elaborated on his destination. However i have seen him engage in extended interactions with a peculiar group of people who wield a variety of different weaponry without engaging in any physical altercation, and could ask them if they are aware of subject Omega's potential whereabouts. HQ: That's your call, Special Unit Grim, be cautious, or head back to HQ for debriefing. Grim: I'll think it over for a few hours HQ. HQ: Roger that Special Unit Grim, over and out. Grim leans back against the tree, and hears his canine companion emit a combination of a wimper and growl indicating he is anxious, due to the presence of the group off in the distance about 100 yards away. Grim: Eaaaasy Damion.
Sal filled up a shot glass & gave it to the pony. He then wrote something down on a piece of wood & placed it on the back of his head..
"Thank You" Said Helping As He Levitated The Shot Glass Over To His Lips And Took A Sip And Patted Jerry On The Head
Jerry's eyes lock forward, and he begins growling menacingly. Another growl emits from the shadows in front of Jerry. And a dog with a black vest steps out from the shadows, drops a sack out of his mouth and continues to remain fixed on Jerry.
Writers hackles also rose, her eyes narrowed at Jerry, then the unexpected visitor. A low growl also erupted from the back of her throat. Her teeth glinted through a small, narrow slit of her mouth. Her eyes darted from Jerry to the other dog.
Sal took some of his hightower while he held up his lighter before him & blew it between them with a massive blaze.. Sullivan: Everyone of you shut the hell up, your growling doesn't hurt anything but my patience!. & if you get into a fight, I'l just get to feed! He said while he starred at them with a look colder than ice...
"Calm Down Boy It's Alright" Helping Said As He Rubbed Jerry's Head And Eyed The Suspicious Black Dog Up And Down
Writers mouth shut, she looked at the sack suspiciously and flicked her tail. Sitting on the floor more, she did not remove the dog from her line of sight.
