Holiday Gala

It's December 23rd. Saturday before Christmas and CS has hosted it's first ever Holiday Gala, which will now become an annual event. Or Anal event if Ouch continues to attend.

The evening started with strolling musicians, a four course dinner, and finally a dance. There was barely enough food because Smellthis brought an elbow of weed and most of the crew got high as fuck. Maddog looked really funny with the spray paint residue around his nostrils.

Most of the couples paired up, but Cory H was being a prude as he refused to dance with Smellthis, but Ouch was a champ and took to the floor. Him and Smellthis appeared to be bonding until Happyjack tried to cut in. Ouch wasn't having anything to do with this. No way. He started bitching some shit about Crayola Crayons, so Happyjack joined Cory H at the bar.

A similar situation was brewing with GrimmWilder and Prolurkercrazy as Luvthick tried to cut in for a dance, but now way. GrimmWilder flexed his keyboard and it was on. He chased Luvthick to a back room. GrimmWilder showed back up with his face either covered in donut sugar, or coke. Either way, Prolurkercrazy was waiting for his man on the floor and they promptly resumed where they left off.

About an hour passed by and Luvthick showed back up with Torreal and our long lost Bigtalk. We damn near had to call the police as they began putting a hurting on GrimmWilder. But, the Grimm one held his ground well. Bruised but not beaten, The five retired to the bar, but wouldn't set near Cory H and Happyjack. The Grimmone was talking that Crayola Crayon shit like that Ouch dude was talking earlier in the night.

Not sure what transpired on the dance floor later as many of us were at the bar drinking, but we had to call 911 for Smellthis as he was choking to death and no one would give him the Heimlich. Paramedics said it was odd as it appeared to be massive amounts of egg whites. Happyjack and Luvthick about fell of their stools laughing when they heard of this, and Ouch just sit there with a big shit eating grin. He was happy the rest of the night.

By now, most of us were drunk enough all the Crayola Crayon talk had been forgotten and we appeared to be friends. Sarge walked in late. He said that dancing and fine dining wasn't for him. Him and James did some target practicing and James followed him in.

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