[h1][color=DDA0DD]Perfect Posse[/color][/h1]

Bob stood as far away from the trio as he possibly could without it looking obvious; it was a small stage crafted for intimate performances, so it was a difficult task to say the least.  However, even if the stage was the size of a football field he felt like would still stand out like a sore thumb amongst the uh… certainly unique fashions on display this evening; it was all too clear that he was the Zeppo Marx of this proverbial comedy act.  The former barista liked to think he dressed a little above his current station in life as his tailored suit and Rolex demonstrated, but his current company was never ones to hold themselves to any sort of restraint.  Well the group did reign themselves in slightly after Mexico, but that sticky situation was something that only handful people had the complete context to understand; what occurred over eight days last August in a flop house in Cabo was known only to himself, the Perfect Posse, a few trusted individuals, oh and how could he forget one genetically modified Pan troglodyte called Kiran.  He swore that Khorshid’s stupid designer chimpanzee had it in for him. It took tremendous effort to grease the tremendous number of palms to make those days disappear, but if the conspiracy ever unraveled no amount of money could save those involved from the ramifications.  Bob sometimes wondered why he suffered the daily humiliation in the company of Khorshid Dana Charmchi the man-child who for all intents and purposes ruined his life, but during periods of rare self-introspection such as this he would transcend the façade of self-pity and come face to face with his true self and the person he saw made him shudder. He leaned against the wall as from the slinging of insults it seemed the crowd was not enjoying tonight’s special guest stars.  He couldn’t help flashing a smile at the thought of other’s misfortunes. Unadulterated Schadenfreude. He bit down on his bottom lip as despite the outcome the only winner tonight would be him. 

A hostile audience is seen by most as a social deterrent to bad behavior, but the Perfect Posse are not most people. The guards who before were just intimidating the patrons for their own personal kicks before were now much more serious; there was an unspoken tension in the air.  The large majority of the guests were attempting to leave not wanting to get caught in the crossfire, though some were defiant and hurled insults of their own at the trio and their sycophants. The entertainment press seemed equally split between supporting the trio or mocking them.  There were a few scuffles between members from the diametrically opposed sides, but for the time being those were isolated incidents. Those not leaving focused their attention towards the stage waiting perhaps for a cue.  There was no one trying to diffuse the situation and the City’s police force was AWOL for the time being.

Lupe scans the crowd looking for the loudmouthed lowlife who dared call him out like that. Fixing his gaze upon Joseph he pushes his Cazal sunglasses down to the tip of his nose and raises a singular eyebrow.  

[color=BDB76B] “Don’t you dare speak that dictator’s name in my presence you fuckin’ garbage munching roach.  Normally I wouldn’t even spare words for charity cases such as yourself, but since I am feeling generous I’ll serve up an extra helping of verbal whoop-ass just for you Raggdy Andy. I’d ought to physically beat you down for showing me such disrespect and I hate to disappoint boy, but from the shape of you it seems fate already did that for me. Also, I hate to ruin the only pair of clothes you own as at looks like you left your knapsack on the boxcar you jumped out of. #HOBO-CHIC  I really should call the dog catcher though because you look like one flea bitten mutt and who knows the accommodations at the pound might at be an upgrade for ya. #HARDBARKLIFE Where you heading? Making sure you didn’t double park your box out front playboy? Speakin’ of which why’d you come here? I know this record joint is a shithole, but you well know that even this place doesn’t accept food stamps playa. When the so-called bartender asks if you are paying with cash or a card they isn’t talking about your EBT card. You should start calling yourself Oliver Twist because you look like the type of freeloader who always saying ‘please sir, may I have some more.’ You can hate on the weight, but this big dawg attracts all the fine bitches; all your whitewashed Starvin Marvin meets Pigpen lookin' ass can attract are the flys. I can’t wait to see you on bumfights superstar as you certainly could be a contender. Youse are the Fisher King little homeless man cause all you sputter is complete nonsense.” [/color] 

He lets out a hearty laugh because yes Lupe is the kind of person who would laugh at his own jokes. To pontificate his point Lupe then pinches one his female escorts’ butt causing her to jump in shock.  Taking the golden chalice out of her now quivering hands and he takes a large gulp of Lean.  He teeters after ingesting the vile mixture of cough syrup and Sprite, but regains his footing looking relatively stable for the time being. 

Sasha was impressed that tub of lard was on point for once, but knew the only reason his cohort wasn’t having security pulverize the insolent whelp to a bloody pulp was because of the ankle monitoring bracelet; Sasha was amazed that they made those devices in that size. Only in America he mused.  The petite Russian was ready to go tit for tat and crush the unfashionable bug underneath his stylish bootheel when he noticed someone swiftly approaching. Hmm….wasn’t that the cute guy from last night. Totally was. Probably here to profess his undying love for him. How revol… Sasha swooned internally. Dropping the high-strung veneer briefly he let his heart flutter.  How romantic. To sweep him off his feet in public was so risqué. The swagger in the handsome stranger’s step showed a yet unseen confidence. A man who took what he wanted was desirable to say the least. His body was ready…well ready for anything, but having drinks thrown in his face.  Time slowed to a crawl and the sound faded out. He should knew be mad as his outfit was ruined, but there was a clear symbolic connotation behind what just happened, and Sasha knew how to read between the lines; needless to say he enjoyed what he was reading. 

Snapping back to reality Sasha unexpectedly lunged off the stage at Ren not even registering what the man said after launching the drinks. Considering the tone of the encounter this was probably not what was expected and Sasha despite his small size managed to topple the target of his affections. It was a miracle he did not kill or severely injure them both. Using his agility, he pulled himself on top of his crush pinning Ren underneath his body. 

Leaning in close so only the two of them could hear he softly said,[color=DDA0DD] “We really do need to stop running into each other this way darling.”[/color] before gently planting a kiss on Ren’s lips.     

[color=BDB76B] “Kick his ass Sash” [/color] slurred Lupe peering over the stage trying to see what was occurring to no avail. 

Khorshid tangentially aware of occurring events around him motioned for a microphone. He giggled in child-like wonder as he tapped on the microphone brought to him and sound reverberated around the enclosed space.

 “First of all as most know I am a lover not a fighter. I just really want to dispel some of the nastiness and ugliness that has permeated our short time here. I must say feel hurt and betrayed by the owner of this establishment having lured us good people here under false pretenses. I had it on good authority that none of the recipients of the charitable donations would be here tonight, but then tell me why are so many cripples here then? Look around the room and you’ll see them. Did stupid-pants not know that I am a highly emotional person? As the best friend of a chimpanzee who’s a victim of discrimination in the very city due to their draconian local ordinances regarding exotic pets, their struggle touches me on a personal level meaning I too often think about how terrible it would be if I was disabled.  Like that would stink. Be quite the bummer.” Khorshid was legitimately tearing up by the end of his spiel and Bob brought him a handkerchief. 

"Thanks Bob, you understand me."
 
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