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 [right][b]Interactions: [/b] Stormy [@Blizz], Britney & Greenwood Coven [@Punished GN] 
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[color=goldenrod]“Good to see you too, bro,”[/color] said Sully, returning Stormy’s shoulder clap with a double pat on the back. It was good to see Stormy. Back in the good ol’ days, that is to say when they all thought the world was going to be plunged into eternal darkness and destroyed by a nightmare snake, Stormy’s presence gave Sully a bit more flexibility when it came to his role on the field. He still got regulated to playing nurse with Jade, but Stormy’s shields kept both of them from having to sprint around after calls for “Medic!” until they puked. Screw it, Sully gave Stormy a third pat on the back solely because of how quickly he was to pull back on his bravado. Maybe Auri and him could lead the Coven in some trust falls to get them all on the right page. 

But first, priorities: [color=f4eb93]"We're going to that strip club, right?"[/color] Britney asked. [color=f4eb93]"Good. I could use some titties right now.”[/color]

[color=goldenrod]“Shit did Eve pop yours by hugging too hard? Can that happen?”[/color] Sully laughed, following Britney outside but not before giving Stormy a wave for him to come too. Somebody had to make sure Britney was coming to a full stop and using her turn signals and it wasn’t going to be Sully. He let out a low wish as Britney pointed out her car. Way better than his old rusted out Tercel that, legally speaking, he wasn’t allowed to drive anywhere to the job he no longer had. He broke out in a sprint to the passenger door. [color=goldenrod]“Dibs on shotgun!”[/color]

Sully didn’t hate strip clubs exactly, but he never really got anything from going to one and for a gay man he’d been to a lot of them thanks to his old football buddies and current drinking pals. Getting absolutely blackout drunk? Great! Paying nearly double for a bottle of Bud Light because the bartender, somehow, terrifyingly, likely painfully twisted the cap off with their rack? Ehhh. Being surrounded by an ocean of horny dudes? Honestly he’s more of bring home a guy who he could introduce to his mom kind of dude, but still could be fun and maybe Mr. Perfect just enjoys getting glitter in all of his clothes. Oh they’re almost all exclusively straight? No thanks. An all-you-can-eat buffet less than ten feet away from the men’s room and from a single mother premed student named Chastity doing suicide drop? Actually, the food was pretty good. 

Naturally Sully more or less told Britney all of this on the ride to Veni Vedi Veni, assuming this was the catching up she had been referring to. It was more fun than talking about what was actually going on in his life, which either amounted to roughly jack shit or straight up self-incriminating. The conversation quickly died as Britney turned the truck into the parking lot of the strip club and Sully’s jaw went slack as he rapidly blinked his eyes. So this was where Alizée had run off to. She hadn’t been running away from the supposed feds, she’d been clearly running ahead to scout out the strip club for the Coven with her little shadow pet thing. And she’d even recruited Bea, the aforementioned Chastity’s little man, and—Sully was grateful he’d resisted the urge to pregame from his Chalice otherwise he would have choked on the beer—Leon, cut better than a hot knife through butter, to work with her. 

Then he saw the Crater as well as Jess, the other slab of pure grass fed angus beef, laid out on the ground with Kashmira helping her up while almost the rest of Greenwood stood defensively on the other side of the lot. Sully felt his stomach sink. For starters, it didn’t look like they were all just tailgating in the strip club parking lot. Second, he was gonna have that uncomfortable moment where he runs into one friend group while hanging out with the other. Third, it was kinda that the Greenwood Coven hadn’t invited him out to the titty bar. He would’ve been busy, but still it would’ve been nice to have been included. Sully took his backpack off of the floor and stepped out of the truck, acting like he hadn’t noticed anyone by fiddling with the straps despite everyone being able to see his shocked expression through the windshield of the GMC. It was a foolproof plan.

"... Sully?"

Balls.

[color=goldenrod]“[i]Heyyyy, what’s up guys,[/i]”[/color] said Sully, his voice hitting a little higher as he sucked in the awkwardness. He coughed, returning the bass to his voice.[color=goldenrod]“Yeah, great to see you too. You all bail on your, uh, high school reunion to eat some wings and see some boobs too? Wait, please tell me Kash ain’t working here to pay her way through med school. Kash! Hey, Kash! Look there is nothing wrong with it if you are, but there’s this website on the Internet called O-oh shit!”[/color]

Kashmira wasn’t helping Jess up. She was healing her. Sully completely turned his back on his Covenmates, jogged past the Greenwood Coven, and squatted down next to Kashmira as he pulled his bag off of his shoulder. 

[color=goldenrod]“Need a hand, Doc?”[/color] said Sully, ready to pull the Chalice out and offer it to Jess as Kash’s go. He turned back and hollered at Pearl and Amelia. [color=goldenrod]“What the heck happened here?”[/color]