the lid of a trashcan is going to be flying like a frisbee and catch it instead.
the thrower? the man in the bartender suit. he doesn't look out of breath but he is focused on it. really he hadn't thought about it at all and just grabbed whatever was closest.]
Did I make it?
[that's said more under his breath rather than aloud.
also that lid may have also snapped the tip of that spike and embedded itself in the wall just behind the teens. and it may have flew right between the heads of two of them.]
no subject
because.
the lid of a trashcan is going to be flying like a frisbee and catch it instead.
the thrower? the man in the bartender suit. he doesn't look out of breath but he is focused on it. really he hadn't thought about it at all and just grabbed whatever was closest.]
Did I make it?
[that's said more under his breath rather than aloud.
also that lid may have also snapped the tip of that spike and embedded itself in the wall just behind the teens. and it may have flew right between the heads of two of them.]