07-06-2018, 10:44 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 51%; text-align: justify; font-size: 10pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: georgia;"]Church hadn't been to many parties in his recent years. When he was younger, he was the usual kid who would sneak out to go to friend's parties late at night, but as he got older and joined the military, that ended pretty quickly. After that the closest thing he got to partying was getting away from his dumb teammates and doing his own thing. That in itself was pretty rare, though. It was a shame, but it was his reality. Now he was pretty much all but freed from his military responsibilities and he figured why not make use of this time he had before Washington finished working on their way back.
Unlike some of the people there, he knew about the fourth of July. He had grown up on Earth, or this planet, rather, so he knew all about the holiday that celebrated independence. It had been a long time since he celebrated it, though, but any sort of celebration was nice. As he pads up, he surveys the decorations with an unimpressed look on his face, but his attention isn't on them for long. It quickly shifts to all the drinks laid out, though he does hesitate slightly. Can he even drink anymore now that he was a dog? Well that was just fucking great, all these bottles tempting him yet he can't do anything.
He huffs in irritation and sits off to the side, watching everyone else as they mingle. Hopefully there would be some new faces, since apparently other clans or whatever had been invited. Whatever that meant.
"SPEECH"
Unlike some of the people there, he knew about the fourth of July. He had grown up on Earth, or this planet, rather, so he knew all about the holiday that celebrated independence. It had been a long time since he celebrated it, though, but any sort of celebration was nice. As he pads up, he surveys the decorations with an unimpressed look on his face, but his attention isn't on them for long. It quickly shifts to all the drinks laid out, though he does hesitate slightly. Can he even drink anymore now that he was a dog? Well that was just fucking great, all these bottles tempting him yet he can't do anything.
He huffs in irritation and sits off to the side, watching everyone else as they mingle. Hopefully there would be some new faces, since apparently other clans or whatever had been invited. Whatever that meant.
"SPEECH"