Kurt -- introvertly seated nearest to the door. It might be the economics of having to sprint if ever the 'Kumander' calls. The guy is oozing with the coolness of a chimp chilling in the South Pole while the crazy bunch of penguins look forth in astonishment. Just got back from Nabua, and perpetrated our gathering for today( a sacred thing, in the bottle-necked thing).
Nonong -- Beside the bulking kurt, always wide awake listening (or imagining to the rigntone) of that loyal cellphone of his, for a second, where somebody, from 300km + away, might dropped a few bombes of 'hello' or 'wattup!'. Hell his gonna get his. Really.
Malvin -- Hehe, the glue that keeps the mongering alive. Tell that to his 'esmi' and he might chuckle a couple of super spurts. Eh super spurts? Super spurts. His babbling some notable advice to the guy at his left. Hopefully he never listens. Waddyouknow, we speak in crazy martian langauge.
Yours truly -- eh, not that great, but not that sober. Just the right kind of color to the wheel. Eh. Like eh is the center of the world. Thanks to Matador and Redhorse, the night might as well stay perpetual.
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