Dionne Warwick (Ratty Rp-1)
Sept 21, 2022 13:21:41 GMT -5
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Post by RattyMcDaddy on Sept 21, 2022 13:21:41 GMT -5
A small private yacht, somewhere uncharted in the middle of an unknown Ocean.
A group of trashy, tattoed women, clad in bikinis, are playfully hanging out.
The camera focuses on one of them, Raven-haired beauty, looking like a mix between Bonnie Rotten, and a sad trailer park queen.
She softly carries a small glass of amber color liquid as the camera follows her below deck. The sound of her feet shuffle across the flooring until we come upon Rat Bastard, clad in a white linen shirt, and some kaki pants, sitting comfortably in a large over-stuffed chair.
Do you need anything else, my Ratty Daddy? She softly coos, as she hands him the glass.
A disconcerting smile comes across his face, as he pushes his lips forward, declining her offer.
She runs her hand through Rat's greasy hair, then down across his stumbled face, before blowing him an air kiss and walking away.
Sometimes life doesn't suck.
A quick tip of the glass, and the amber liquid disappears down Rats Gullit. A quick look of burn overtakes his face, as the alcohol hits its mark before Rat begins.
Rat pauses dramatically as he reaches down and pulls up a Bastards Brew.
Rat takes a healthy sip from his signature drink before using his wrist to wipe his lip clean.
Rat smirks at himself, clearly amused by his reputation.
Rat puts the Bastards Brew down, and becomes slightly more animated with his hands as he continues.
Rat sits back and relaxes. One of the blond bikini-clad bimbos comes giggling by, as Rat locks eyes with her, and gives him a finger wave.
The people you think are your friends, Steve, they whisper when you are around, they make jokes, they mock you when you're away, and they parlay with the green fairy of jealousy when they are alone. They sell themselves as the outcasts of the Network, when in actuality, they are all sitting in their high and mighty castles, laying an idiot's judgment against anyone that gains a bit of notoriety above them. They have been against you since you claimed that X*Crown, but you haven't noticed, you are too wrapped up in the hype of it all to see the truth, to see the wolves circling the castle.
Rat points his fingers at his eyes, and then back at the camera.
I can see it though. There are only a few things a real friend can do to solve this issue. One, tell the truth. Expose the wolves for what they are. I know that won't work though, because, and I mean no offense here, but Steve, you are entirely too stupid and wrapped up in your bullshit to believe what I am telling you. For what it's worth though, that's one of your more redeeming qualities. It's almost childlike of you, to think that anyone who calls themself your friend has your best interests at heart, no matter what your eyes see, or your gut tells you.
Rat picks up the Bastards Brew again. He takes a sip and holds it in his rough battle scared hand.
The only other thing to do is to sit things back the way they were. To take what is driving a nail between the Bang! Boys and Steve Awesome are away, and out of the equation entirely. That thing is your success Steve, the X*Crown, and the spotlight that it has brought you. When I take the Crown from you on September 30th, it will take you away from being the number one of them, and return you to being just another one of them. It will put you all back on the level playing field, with no extra attention, no hype, no more drama, whispers, and knives in the back. It's what a real friend would do for you Steve, and you said it yourself. Deep down, behind all of the hate, nicotine, alcohol, and nasty words, I am a true friend.
Rat smirks as the girls begin to come into the room, giggles and laughter accompany them as they arrive.
Come play big daddy, we want to have fun.
Rat nods at them in approval as he stands and begins to unbutton his shirt.
Let's just handle this little X*Crown situation that we have here, and fix your friend issue quickly, Steve. It's the least I can do for you.
The girls crowd around Rat, helping him remove his shirt, and begin tugging at his pants.
He pushes his head through the crowd of ladies.
With the echo of giggling girls, we fade to Black.