Nobody and Rage stepped through the door and watched as a body went flying through the window, sending shards flying in every direction. Looking at each other then at the group that stood together with confused expressions
"Haha we're just in time for a party!"
The seven footer strode in, producin' two pints of JD from his back pockets.
"Hell yea! Who we throwin' out next?" Nobody half snarled, half laughed catchin' one of the bottles Rage tossed him.
"How 'bout that guy right there?"
All eyes followed Rage's line of vision leadin' them to right to Buddy.
"I don't want to die!!" Buddy protested and started for the window till Nobody caught him by the back of the shirt.
"Die? What die? We were goin' to offer you some Jack man. Here have some of Tennesee's best" Nobody insisted, pouring some of the whiskey down the man's throat.
"Haha you have to swallow it all in one swig"
Rage laughed, takin' a healthy gulp from his then letting out a slow hiss. "Great stuff"
"So..." Nobody grinned, glancing around then fallin' back on Frying Pan Joe "Let us get this straight, you're the leader of Gt and a world class chef?"
"That's right"
"C'mon man, tell him why we're here" Rage chimed back in. Nobody took a swig of his bottle then switched into his best Marlon Brando impersonation, complete with Brando's mannerisms.
"Joe, my friend, we'd like to make you an offer you can't refuse"