Post by teeyoutee on Apr 24, 2021 0:38:12 GMT
*About an hour after the festivities actually start, TUT is just now walking through the parking lot of United Skates of America bearing a large gift bag in his right hand. Flanked to his right is the same caramel skinned, blue haired dame that he “saved” at the blue carpet event last month. Rarity Carpentier, TUT’s long time girlfriend and partner in crime spanning from the days of wrestling school. Although Theodore towered her in size and stature, she was the one to watch; The rising tide of trouble when things seem like they’re going well for people.*
Rarity: Really? A skating rink? Isn’t the kid like 17 or something? What kind of backwoods swamp did this family climb out of?
TUT: 15. He’s 15, babe. Yeah, I know. Look, I don’t want to be here just as much as you but.. It’s a part of the job. If Jim makes time for shit shows like this, I have to as well.
Rarity: I get it but still. He’s 15.
*Toying with the cufflinks on his cream suit jacket, he shakes his head in disapproval of this whole entire party.*
TUT: Yeah, I was getting into trouble by the time I turned 15.
*Rarity raises an eyebrow at TUT, looking up with pure unamusement in her male counterpart reliving the “glory days” in her presence.*
TUT: Nevermind. The job besides taking out a homicidal maniac who’s surely cost the company money & his masked errand boy is to make an impression. Not just to the kid and his parents but to Tony as well. He teamed me with Jersey Jim for a reason, right?
*She nods in total agreement.*
Rarity: He probably did it to see how you’re going to square up with the stars here.
TUT: Is THAT why Bembe Brightwell is there?
*The little jab prompts a smirk on Rare’s face.*
Rarity: No, I figure he’s the sacrificial lamb. He loses, the bald guy stabs him to death & you two get off scott free.
*They get to the front door and Teddy pushes it open, holding it for her. Rarity walks through and TUT is about to follow her lead before he sees a few civilians, most likely partygoers, walking toward the door. Rolling his eyes, he reluctantly holds the door open for the folks, putting on a fake smile that shines his pearly whites. “Got to play the part after all” he thought in his head as he put up with what- or rather who he believed to be lesser than him.”
TUT: You’d think that they would fix this place up a bit if they’re throwing a party.
Rarity: At least sweep the floors?
*TUT wretches at the smell of feet and overpriced overrated pizza, the same smell that someone might relate to a Chuck E. Cheese. He and Rarity stand back at the chaos of a packed skating rink full of teenagers and the hijinks that come with them.*
TUT: That would be asking too much of a group of brainless, insignificant, insufferab-
*He’s cut off by a woman who hands him a paper plate with ice cream cake on top of it. You can imagine it’s probably fudgie the whale but that doesn’t necessarily fit TUT’s dietary plans. He hands the plate over to Rarity who gives him the side eye, knowing that she’s going to have to eat the cake for both of them.*
TUT: Why thank you, ma’am. As much as I appreciate that, I can’t eat before performing.
Mrs. Williams: No worries, honey! Come on sweetie, let's take you over to see Jimmy.
*TUT looks over at Rarity and she nods, seeing him off as he’s led to Jimmy Williams. The birthday boy is surrounded by his grungy skater friends who’ve been off to the side ragging the entire event. Theodore shrugs as the mom walks off to tend to the other partygoers in attendance.*
TUT: A fucking skating rink?
*Jimmy’s friends laugh it up as his face flushes red with embarrassment.*
Jimmy: It wasn’t me.
TUT: I know that. Why in the world would a 15 year old boy in 2021 want to go roller skating? I can see why you’d want me to beat the hell out of those two lame guys. I mean, the guy who’s more scared of thunder than a dog and the crazy death fetish dude? That’s way too easy.
*Handing Jimmy a Playstation 5, he and his friends hype up quickly.*
TUT: Happy Birthday, kid.
Rarity: Really? A skating rink? Isn’t the kid like 17 or something? What kind of backwoods swamp did this family climb out of?
TUT: 15. He’s 15, babe. Yeah, I know. Look, I don’t want to be here just as much as you but.. It’s a part of the job. If Jim makes time for shit shows like this, I have to as well.
Rarity: I get it but still. He’s 15.
*Toying with the cufflinks on his cream suit jacket, he shakes his head in disapproval of this whole entire party.*
TUT: Yeah, I was getting into trouble by the time I turned 15.
*Rarity raises an eyebrow at TUT, looking up with pure unamusement in her male counterpart reliving the “glory days” in her presence.*
TUT: Nevermind. The job besides taking out a homicidal maniac who’s surely cost the company money & his masked errand boy is to make an impression. Not just to the kid and his parents but to Tony as well. He teamed me with Jersey Jim for a reason, right?
*She nods in total agreement.*
Rarity: He probably did it to see how you’re going to square up with the stars here.
TUT: Is THAT why Bembe Brightwell is there?
*The little jab prompts a smirk on Rare’s face.*
Rarity: No, I figure he’s the sacrificial lamb. He loses, the bald guy stabs him to death & you two get off scott free.
*They get to the front door and Teddy pushes it open, holding it for her. Rarity walks through and TUT is about to follow her lead before he sees a few civilians, most likely partygoers, walking toward the door. Rolling his eyes, he reluctantly holds the door open for the folks, putting on a fake smile that shines his pearly whites. “Got to play the part after all” he thought in his head as he put up with what- or rather who he believed to be lesser than him.”
TUT: You’d think that they would fix this place up a bit if they’re throwing a party.
Rarity: At least sweep the floors?
*TUT wretches at the smell of feet and overpriced overrated pizza, the same smell that someone might relate to a Chuck E. Cheese. He and Rarity stand back at the chaos of a packed skating rink full of teenagers and the hijinks that come with them.*
TUT: That would be asking too much of a group of brainless, insignificant, insufferab-
*He’s cut off by a woman who hands him a paper plate with ice cream cake on top of it. You can imagine it’s probably fudgie the whale but that doesn’t necessarily fit TUT’s dietary plans. He hands the plate over to Rarity who gives him the side eye, knowing that she’s going to have to eat the cake for both of them.*
TUT: Why thank you, ma’am. As much as I appreciate that, I can’t eat before performing.
Mrs. Williams: No worries, honey! Come on sweetie, let's take you over to see Jimmy.
*TUT looks over at Rarity and she nods, seeing him off as he’s led to Jimmy Williams. The birthday boy is surrounded by his grungy skater friends who’ve been off to the side ragging the entire event. Theodore shrugs as the mom walks off to tend to the other partygoers in attendance.*
TUT: A fucking skating rink?
*Jimmy’s friends laugh it up as his face flushes red with embarrassment.*
Jimmy: It wasn’t me.
TUT: I know that. Why in the world would a 15 year old boy in 2021 want to go roller skating? I can see why you’d want me to beat the hell out of those two lame guys. I mean, the guy who’s more scared of thunder than a dog and the crazy death fetish dude? That’s way too easy.
*Handing Jimmy a Playstation 5, he and his friends hype up quickly.*
TUT: Happy Birthday, kid.