Post by tylersheadonnelly on Apr 2, 2007 23:50:20 GMT -5
An 1970'2 era black Chevy Truck speeds into the driveway of Wyle Manor, then quickly swerves off it, heading into the grass, leaving tiremarks behind it. The truck comes to a abrut stop, sending grass flying from the rear tires, right in the middle of the lawn. The driver door opens and out steps "The Irish Pitbull" Tyler Shea Donnelly, wearing a "vintage" House of Pain black t-shirt, blue jeans and black boots. Obviously, he's had some drinks before getting to the party. He walks, well, more like stumbles to the bed of the his truck. Laying the talegate down, Tyler grabs a stack of crates. Two of them say "Guinness Original" on them and the other says "Cooley-Locke's 8 Year Old Single Malt". Tyler walks up to the doors, leaning the crates against his chest, pinning them with one arm. He is able to open the door, but quickly returns it to supporting the crates. Tyler uses his foot to kick the rest of the door open as he stumbles in, with many of the guests looking at there new, drunken party guest. Tyler begins to speak in a slurred Irish voice.
"Aye! You all can now put down the pisswater from Milwaukee that ya drinkin' and come get the good stuff. Guinness Original Irish stout and some of the best whiskey to every come out of Ireland."
Tyler looks around, smiling, but it quickly fades seeing that no one is making a move for the booze that he brought to the party.
"What the hell? Don't any of ya understand English! I brought good booze to the party and ain't one out of the whole lot of ya gonna drink it?! Guess that just means more for me, but I don't think this will last me the night."
Punching his way into one of the Guinness crates, Tyler grabs himself a can of the irish beer and opens it up. He chugs it within a matter of seconds and tosses it aside, not caring where it ends up now that it's empty
"Now which one of you lasses what to drink with 'The Irish Pitbull'. I' am sure one of you wants to!
"Aye! You all can now put down the pisswater from Milwaukee that ya drinkin' and come get the good stuff. Guinness Original Irish stout and some of the best whiskey to every come out of Ireland."
Tyler looks around, smiling, but it quickly fades seeing that no one is making a move for the booze that he brought to the party.
"What the hell? Don't any of ya understand English! I brought good booze to the party and ain't one out of the whole lot of ya gonna drink it?! Guess that just means more for me, but I don't think this will last me the night."
Punching his way into one of the Guinness crates, Tyler grabs himself a can of the irish beer and opens it up. He chugs it within a matter of seconds and tosses it aside, not caring where it ends up now that it's empty
"Now which one of you lasses what to drink with 'The Irish Pitbull'. I' am sure one of you wants to!