The Fishing Meme

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THE FISHING MEME

You need to relax. So you decide to go fishing but you bring someone along. It's a relaxing pastime and you get to enjoy nature. That's pretty easy, right?

How to play:

• Comment with your character (Name | Canon)
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• Have fun

SPOILER: There are no fish in this lake. Oops.

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[sergeantfirstsass]

[And Bob catches it in the air, lodging his fishing rod into the arm of his chair before using both hands to open the beer and take a swig.]

They bringin' barbecue?

[notalwaysstrong]

They better be. I'm fuckin' starving.

[And Mack grins wolfishly at Bob.]

And you don't come between a man and his food. Might have to eat Carlito.

[sergeantfirstsass]

I hear Jonas's ribs are legendary.

[He kicks back in his chair, shutting his eyes and smirking at Mack.]

Wouldn't dream of it, friend. Bet Carlito's spicy, though. Got a little kick to him.

[notalwaysstrong]

Less than Jonas. S'why I'd go for him first.

[A smirk right there. To anyone else, this conversation would be a tad weird.]

That's if you don't catch my eye first.

[sergeantfirstsass]

Jonas ain't just coming with a kick, friend. He comes with a full on knock you on your ass flogging.

[Bob grins, entirely unapologetic at the conversation.]

You don't want me. I'm far too vanilla for your palate.

[notalwaysstrong]

You got some meat on you, though. Probably grill up nice.

[sergeantfirstsass]

[Bob wrinkles his nose.]

Quit looking at me like that, Mack. Don't know if you want to eat me or do somethin' else.

[He takes a longer swig of his beer this time.]

If we're going by meat, Jonas is who you want.

[notalwaysstrong]

Yeah, but I can take you down easily.

[Another wolfish grin.]

And like I said, I'm hungry.

[sergeantfirstsass]

You can try, brother.

[He smirks, downing half his beer in a swig.]

Can't help you, Mack. You can eat the Colonel if he drops by. Now wouldn't that be poetic?

[notalwaysstrong]

Nah, it'd disturb the fish.

[A grunt, there, as he drinks down more beer.]

I don't eat spoiled food.

[sergeantfirstsass]

God forbid.

[He quirks a smile at that. At least he's able to joke about it.]

How 'bout the new kid? Fresh meat, bit of a bite.

[notalwaysstrong]

I do like 'em fiesty.

[Mack chuckles.]

Nah, besides, he's bringing the refills for the beer.

[sergeantfirstsass]

If I bring you refills for beer will you eat him and not me?

[He grins, taking another swig of his beer.]

[notalwaysstrong]

Trying to get into my favour... [He grins, tilting his bottle of beer towards him, before taking another gulp.] ...I like that.

[sergeantfirstsass]

Tryin' not to get eaten, friend. 'Specially by a man as hungry as you.

[He clinks the neck of his bottle to Mack's, swigging down a large gulp.]

[notalwaysstrong]

'course Jonas gets the lion's share. Gotta get on his good side, too. Dunno if you noticed, but he has a soft spot for fresh meat.

[sergeantfirstsass]

He's got a soft spot for a lotta things. [He quirks a smile, knocking back the rest of his beer and setting it on the ground next to his chair.]

Big Top Teddy Bear.

[notalwaysstrong]

Don't let him hear that, or you will be next on the menu.

[sergeantfirstsass]

Don't I know it?

[He grinned, hitching his hat down over his eyes and smirking.]

The hell's that barbecue at?

[notalwaysstrong]

Dunno, but you're starting to look awful tasty, Bobby.

[He's joking, of course, but with Mack you could never be 100% sure.]

[sergeantfirstsass]

Better quit drinkin' so much before the food gets here, Mack. I'll force feed you that jar of bait before I let you anywhere near eatin' me.

[Usually he enjoys Mack's jokes to a fair degree. Right now all he wants is for the rest of the team to show up, please.]

[notalwaysstrong]

[Bob gets tossed a bag of chips from the cooler.]

Relax, Bob. I prefer my steak a little less intelligent.

[sergeantfirstsass]

You give the best backhanded compliments I've yet to hear, Master Sergeant.

[He catches the chips in the air, leaning back and popping them open to munch on.]

[notalwaysstrong]

Years of practice.

[Mack settles the cap over his eyes again, and lapses into a pleasant silence.]