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 [right][b]Interactions:[/b] Tayla [@silvermist1116] Drake [@Punished GN] Luna [@Estylwen], Stormy [@Blizz]
[code]Kari’s House[/code][/right]
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A flight of fantasy played out in Sully’s mind. Sully couldn’t shake Drake’s last text to him:[i]I like you, don’t come to the next meeting.[/i] Perhaps that sake had hit his head harder than it should have, but Drake’s words sounded like the manifesto that would be read out by a news announcer shortly after a mass shooting so the station could turn a tragedy into more ratings. Adrenaline took over. Drake hit the ground and Sully tackled his friend to the ground. Sully even threw a protective hand over the back of Drake’s head to prevent it from cracking hard against anything as the two slammed into the dirt, Sully’s knee jamming hard against a gnarled tree root that was protruding out of the earth. 

A wave of pain coursed through his body, clarity taking the opportunity to surf that swell to the forefront of Sully’s mind. Okay, so perhaps Tayla was right and Drake  wasn’t working his way down a hit list but actually just defending himself from a potential hit. Sully groaned, shifting up to his knees while still pinning Drake to the ground. He gave Drake an apologetic smile and a reassuring pat on the chest before he helped Drake back up to his feet. Sully positioned himself  between Luna and Drake, ready to block in case Luna tried to retaliate or Drake turned out to actually have gone postal.

[color=goldenrod]“Okay, okay, okay, let’s all just take a big time out here. It’s like Stormy said, we’re all friends. We’re all pals. Nobody’s gonna fuck around with anybody’s head anymore or snap and start shooting up the place, right?”[/color] Sully glanced at Drake. [color=goldenrod]“Right? Right. So let’s just talk this out. Also, sorry about the tackle bud, dust yourself off.”[/color]

Drake didn’t look all that hurt, but Sully offered him a sip of the Chalice anyway. Then, Sully walked over towards Luna and Stormy in an awkward side shuffle as if he was caught in a Mexican standoff, unwilling to fully turn his back on Drake just in case. He knelt down to where Luna had gone limp and nodded at her, offering up his assistance in case she needed help with drinking from the Chalice. Despite the accusations being thrown her way, he felt like it was unreasonable to believe that one of their own would have any actual ill-will towards the rest of the group.  

[color=goldenrod]“And Luna, while you should’ve just come up to the house instead of hiding in the bushes like a bashful little wallflower, it’s my bad that Drake ended up giving you the lightning lasso. We got a little riled up back there,”[/color] said Sully. [color=goldenrod]“Hell, I thought you were Tayl-uhhhh, anyway, look, I’m sure this is all just some big misunderstanding that we’ll all be laughing about in minutes. So why don’t we all go back inside and carry out this conversation where there’s a nice, comfy sofa and Aislin’s bong?”[/color]

Sully offered Luna his hand, motioning the others to follow him back to Kari’s house.