Re: Dudebros #2: The Sequel

Wed Jun 12, 2024 4:15 pm

Dudebros #2: The Sequel - Page 2 24HSuN4

HABAKI KOGA | STRAY DOG

"Ayo? Real shit? Hell yeah, bro. Sound good to me. Ain't had a vacation in a good minute since the lockdown."

Koga rose from his chair to slap Ranma on the back. Floating on cloud nine, his head full of stars and spinning lights, he was undeniably shitfaced right now. There was no denying it. At the moment, Ranma looked like a cartoonish caricature of himself. Big eyes. Bandaged mouth. Drooling over his girlfriend. Whoa. The hell was he droolin' for? Was Erica that damn fine?

Well, he didn't want to seem like he was checkin' out his boy's girl, but ya know what they say... no, what did they say? What was up? What was down? Anyway, he'd have to see what he kept talking about so much. She seemed like she really made this loud son of a bitch happy. Maybe he'd have a girl like that who had him actin' horny like his homeslice beside him. At the moment, though? He was simply content with drinking with his new pal until one of them passed out. Truth be told, he wasn't going to go down without a count. Turning to him with a drunken grin, he pulled two whole bottles and threw one into Ranma's hand. Final drink battle? Final drink battle.

"Alrighsh, Ranmash. Lesh finish this. Whoever falls out after this last bottle hash to buy the other free luncsh for a weeksh. Dealsh?"

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Fri Jun 14, 2024 12:03 pm

Dudebros #2: The Sequel - Page 2 DyxMvAe

RANMA GEKIRETSU

Final? Final. ”Ah, yargh, the night’s still young, but fair,” Ranma agreed, grabbing hold of the bottle Koga lunged over to him. After so many cups and no filters, Ranma would have reached that state where he just kept drinking and deteriorating – y’know, like when you feel like drinking an ocean after eating a huge meal…

“Dee,” Ranma sealed the deal at last, swinging the bottom of this random flask up and showing Koga what real endurance was all about. Never underestimate a man who knew what the pavement felt like resting on his cheek!

“Hey dipshit-“ *SMASH!*

Ranma’s face met something else entirely – a clenched, huge fist planting itself a few centimeters into the front of his skull, sending Ranma over the table behind him with a smash. “-That was my drink, cunt!” the random, brawling guest roared before leaping up in the air, attempting to guillotine drop the poor Shinigami.

Said man was hit by another bottle mid-flight, sending him on a loop and making him land on his back right on top of the already-knocked out cold Ranma. Some other guest didn’t like his tone, which caused the first violent guy’s friends to throw a tantrum, and mixed with the thick musk of beer-

Bar fights ignited. Heated, furious, ultimate bar hands flew across the air at mach speed, sending people flying – at some rate, they barely distinguished friend from foe. K-Koga?

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Tue Jun 25, 2024 3:00 pm

HABAKI KOGA | STRAY DOG

Who the fuck hit his homie?! Where the hell did that fist come from? The moment he saw Ranma get decked in the face, he saw red like a hellish bull with a desire to spear the guy who did it. And he did exactly that. Swiftly, almost blindly at this point, he grabbed the empty bottle of sake and slammed it against the guy's head, elbowing him in the back as he turned to another guy and ran into him, diving headfirst into his gut as though he intended to break him in half.

After falling onto the ground after that spear, he clumsily continued swinging around in the wild and frantic chaos, recognizing his division mate - now dudebrother - on the ground. Hoisting him over his shoulder, he continued to swing and punch and swing and punch and swing and punch and swing and swing and swing until-----

He and Ranma got kicked out. Fuck. Well, guess he wasn't getting that bar lady with the big tit's phone number. Tragic. Oh well, Rangiku, Noharu, and Beetle were still on his radar. And so were some of the other hot women in the Gotei. Spitting a mouthful of blood onto the ground, he stumbled outside the bar with his pal, chuckling roughly as he slumped against a wall.

"Haraghahaha! Fuuuuck... looksh like I wonsh our little betsh, Ranny."

And then a bottle flew out of the bar, knocking him across the head, and knocking him out along with his brother. Knocked out cold, he fell beside his homie with a grin, satisfied by tonight's ending. What a fuckin' blast.

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