Brahm Cathy
McDonald's Conference room
McDonald's Conference room
Brahm sat fairly close to Miss Panda, but far enough so he felt...Safe, you know? At any rate, his casual posture in the chair conveyed his message clearly enough; "I couldn't care less about the lot of you." He glanced around the room every so often, almost as if looking for what he could do to entertain himself for a while. If nothing else, everyone in the room knew all about Brahm's, ah, special interests.
And even he, who was rather used to animals like Pizza the Hut, he still couldn't help but feel disgusted by his very presence, just the same as all the others. He sighed and leaned back in his chair, his attention span obviously reaching it's limit as he closed his eyes and mumbled incoherently under his breath. Even the Dairy Queen's entrance didn't spark his interest...much. He shook his head and muttered, "Been there, done that." All while sounding somewhat amused.
And then came the clown.
Brahm wasn't sure what to think about that, I mean, he didn't like people jumping up from under tables any more than the next guy, and he did instinctively pull out his gun, but upon realizing just who it was, he lowered it and made sure that Marley wasn't about to do something stupid. No need for them to get kicked out or anything. He leaned over to Marley and said, "Hey, I want you to do your best to not make us look bad now that McDonald's here, m'kay?" He patted the guy on the shoulder and shook his head at all the flirting that was going on, he honestly wanted to make fun of the whole thing, and to be quite honest he did say, "Oh, yeah, please jus' stop it! She's no' that good in the sack." But his words probably didn't travel much further than the people sitting on either side of him.
Naturally, things went downhill once the clown asked a question, with so many rivaling gangs in place, what did he expect? Never-the-less, jokes were made at a teenaged girl, Brahm almost felt sorry for her, until some moron in a crown decided to say, "Oh, cut the kid a break. I'll bet she's smarter than Dwarf over here."
There was a good round of chuckles before Brahm held up his hands and said, "Ah, yeah, but at leas' I don' need a big crown to make me feel good about myself. What'cha compensatin' for?" Then he added, "An' cut the kid a break, 'er uncle must think she c'n 'andle it."
Then the Subway Boys couldn't help their snickers as one of them said, "I don't think she's eighteen yet, Dwarf. Better cool it down on that one."
Brahm raised an eyebrow, "Oh, you thought tha' was flirtin'?" He let air out of his nose in a soft snort before he said, "Ah, tha's rich, right there. I don' care who you are."