MHA Lobby, Tuesday
Loki had contemplated not coming out to work this morning. He was the boss and he could do what he fucking wanted. There wouldn't have been any rhyme or reason for it save for the fact that he just didn't want to work. But, in the end, he'd decided to come out because he realized he'd be really fucking bored if he didn't.
Of course, he wasn't alone. Having taken advantage of his paycheck, he'd purchased some weird looking video game system and two games to go along with the system.
So, now, Loki was out in the lobby (having dragged his television, wires and all out so he had more room) and was playing the first game. And cussing. Loudly.
"Fucking cheating ass game!" he yelled, scowling. The game wasn't cheating. He just wasn't all that good.
Yet.
[MHA is ooooooooopen! What? I can't live vicariously? Portions of convo with Lindsay are NFB!]
Of course, he wasn't alone. Having taken advantage of his paycheck, he'd purchased some weird looking video game system and two games to go along with the system.
So, now, Loki was out in the lobby (having dragged his television, wires and all out so he had more room) and was playing the first game. And cussing. Loudly.
"Fucking cheating ass game!" he yelled, scowling. The game wasn't cheating. He just wasn't all that good.
Yet.
[MHA is ooooooooopen! What? I can't live vicariously? Portions of convo with Lindsay are NFB!]