<b>Kenji Avery – White</b><br/>Mid-June, 2022<br/>Mid Afternoon, Manor Kitchen<br/>Mood song:<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fyoutu.be%2FTQWstnLAxBA&amp;hash=5d3d4073caa503d729620b6086ec5a15" href="https://youtu.be/TQWstnLAxBA" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Traffic Light </a>- Daugherty<br/>Present: Iris, others may be in earshot<br/><br/>Tagging:<a class="link link--internal" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fblackdahliaroleplaying.com%2Fmembers%2F3574%2F&amp;hash=0de333dd6cdd753dbb159fbaf0d7fe97" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3574/">exocat</a><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--2"/><div class="bbImageWrapper bbImageAligned--left js-lbImage" data-lb-caption-extra-html="" data-lb-sidebar-href="" data-single-image="1" data-src="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/attachments/kenji-jpg.137227/" title="Kenji.jpg">
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</div>"Yeah, and Chris definitely qualifies for biggest muscles," Kenji agreed. He helped bring in the last of the groceries, quite impressed with how much Iris was able to fit in her car's trunk. For a 'junker,' it was pretty useful.<br/><br/>He started to put away the perishables first, then decided to grab a slice of pizza as Iris began putting them in the warming drawer. "I forgot how good restaurant pizza is," he admitted, leaning against the counter to scarf down the Meatzilla slice, pulling the cheesy bits out and enjoying how abundant it was with fresh ingredients. "She's making gumbo, but you know how that dish is. We have to suffer through smelling it and not eating it for at least a day. So it's just another way to torture us."<br/><br/>His stomach grumbled around the food, reminding him that he hadn't had anything since his pre-workout meal this morning. He was considering pouring himself a large glass of milk when Iris suggested the wine.<br/><br/>"Heck yeah," he grinned, putting one of the boxes on the counter and working on the cardboard covering the spout. Once he poured a glass for Iris, setting it near her, he continued to put away the perishables. "We need a radio in here," he muttered. "Maybe some mood music or something to help the chores go more quickly."<br/><br/>Taking a long drink, he wondered if he should alternate water and wine to keep his head clear. But really, he just wanted to say "fuck it" and let himself cut loose a little today. Who said day drinking wasn't fashionable? "You know what we need to do?" he said, crumpling up the bags and stuffing them in the recycle bin. "We need to get everyone drunk and play a Cabal style Truth or Dare. Find out how people really feel about this situation."