[Des makes a point to pluck the umbrella as soon as he gets it- you know, that thing five-year-olds do when they can't handle the sight of something pretty and must destroy it because they're minature Tyler Durdens? That's Des right now. And now the umbrella is a toothpick. He shoots the bartender a smug look, sticks the toothpick in his mouth and takes a sip of his drink.
Yeah, you can't out-troll him, Mr. Bartender. Now all that's left is for this damn party to really get started. Shifting the toothpick back and forth between his teeth, he scans the crowd...]
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Yeah, you can't out-troll him, Mr. Bartender. Now all that's left is for this damn party to really get started. Shifting the toothpick back and forth between his teeth, he scans the crowd...]