For some reason, he still kept that strange golden stick with the eye on him all the time.
Next to arrive was Snotlout. As usual, he had at least two fingers in each nostril, a strange feat considering his nose looked a normal size compared to the illustrations in the books.
Soon, the rest of the gang arrived, and the party kicked off. Except that it went wrong right from the start.
For one thing, my apartment was too small to fit everyone nicely inside, so we ended up spending all our time breathing down each other's necks.
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Snotlout was already drunk just 20 minutes into the party. I suspect Marik was also drunk when he took this picture. |
Of course, the fun started when Marik lost his stick. It made him even more drunk than he already was, and somehow, we couldn't find it anywhere, even though none of us had left the apartment. Finally, he stormed out and drove off on his Harley, prompting the others to do the same.
Dumbest party ever. And it was only 7:30 PM. I called Marik and told him I'd pass the stick to him when I found it.
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