Casske stared at Makkani. Makkani stared at Casske.

All and all, a lot of staring going on.

Casske taps his finger against the table. "So, let 's go over this once more, you..." Makkanicuts him off with a sigh.

"I already told you 5 times."

Casske's eyes narrowed visibly, as a scowl appeared on his face.

"You can't... -do- this... I'm a whole decade..." Makkani chuckles, once again cutting Casske off.
"Sorry m'boy, my mind is quite settled, and I don't move easy." Casske stares, burning holes with his eyes.

"Arm wrestling. I think you know the terms."

Instantly, both of them were grappling in an arm wrestle. Casske's face was turning red as Makkani calmly held his hand in place. "You're making a big mistake, son. Every baroom patron knows, you collect strength in your shoulder before a match, not your forearm, as you seem to have done." Makkani glances at Casske's bulging forearm. "My shoulder's wounded, you know. And I'm 23 years older than you. You're not proving very tough at all."

Casske screams as Makkani instantaneously slams his arm into the table.

"You're ungodly..." he mutters. They stare again. Makkani grins. "Well son, I believe I've won. Therefore, my situation is out of your hands, is it not?" Casske makes a pouty face.

"...whatever."

Makkani grins. "Good! Now, let's have some drinks. We have much catching up to do!"

And so, Casske and Makkani drank many drinks, sang many drunken songs, and rambled on into the night.

By Sirus on Tuesday, May 22, 2001 - 01:56 pm:

*wipes a tear from his eye* Ah, Father and Son, reunited at last. *sniffle*

By Joseph on Friday, June 01, 2001 - 02:12 am:

I think I'm going to hurl.