Playboy Bunny

((Wow, thanks, Colonel, now I want some of Chris's mom stuffed shells XD I just decided that they're having stuffed shells for dinner, because, really, YUM. Scott made them. He's Italian, isn't he? So, ergo, he cooks like heaven. It's a stereotype, but a true stereotype. All Italians can cook in some way, shape or form.))

DINNER.

Kai sighed, dropping his plate next to Scott at the table and taking the chair next to him. "It was nice of Ethan to invite us all to dinner, wasn't it?"

"No," Scott said, then took a sip of his drink. Despite the fact he was sitting next to Ethan, he complained to his cousin quite loudly, "I currently hate him at the moment, and all new Bunnies."

"You hate everyone, Scott Copeland, we all know that," Ethan said, sipping his wine as he sized up the Bunnies.

"You don't mean that," Kai said, nudging his cousin in the side. "And he doesn't hate everyone, thank you very much, Mister Vaughn. If he did, you would be one unlucky soul."

"Kai, you don't have to stand up for me," Scott muttered. "I can do it myself. Seriously, Ethan, if I hated everyone, including you, I'd be back at my mom's apartment, and not here."

"Well, you spend more time criticizing some aspect of me than you spend being nice, so maybe it'd do you good to go back," Ethan mutters, running a hand through his hair. He bites his tongue, not saying how much it hurts him when Scott says something, even just an offhand comment, that insults Ethan in the slightest.

"All right. I'll go pack my stuff, then," Scott said, standing up from his chair. "May I borrow the phone to call my mom and tell her I'll be heading home indefinitely?"

"Be my fucking guest," Ethan snaps, pouring another glass of wine and trying to drown the aching in his heart with the red liquid. Of all the things he could say--"I love you" being the first in his mind--he simply says, "Not like you ever did care."

"Oh, you've got to be fucking kidding me!" Scott shouted, rolling his eyes and standing arms akimbo. "I never cared? When was the last time you cared?"

"Let me think, every fucking day? I put up with all your bullshit, telling me every single thing I'm doing wrong one moment and then asking for sex the next! If you can't make up your fucking mind about how you feel, get out, because I have better things to do with me life."

"That's because all you ever want is something sexual! Tell me, when did you try and have some sort of personal connection? Not with just me, but with anybody here? You just need a quick fuck, and then you're ready to put me aside so you can have time with your precious Bunnies! Listen, I made up my mind about how I feel a long time ago. Did it ever occur to you that I might want something more than sex?" Scott sighed, shaking his head. "Look, it's not your fault, I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to be a Boyfriend. I just thought that, maybe... whatever. It clearly doesn't matter now."

((... Interesting RP, you guys. Seriously, Colonel, how the hell do you come up with these ideas?! But, anyway, do I get to be in this one?! O:))

((SHUUUUUUU!! O: Okay, Shu, you know you love my crazy ideas ^w^ Do you want to be in this crazy RP? XD))

((Yeah, sure, I'll be in it :3 I wouldn't mind XDD RPing with you guys looks like fun owo ... Colonel, you can really be a bitch when you need to, huh?))

((I take out my daily frustrations through him XD I just kind of feel bad, because Fullmetal gets the brunt of it >w> It's fun.))

((I'm right here!))

((Yeah, well, it's fun, okay? :3 It's just oh so fun, dammit XD Being a bitch is so fun.))

((Colonel, I think you've mastered the art of bitching. I'm sure everyone agrees. AND SHU!! O: SHU SHU SHU, HEY.))

((Hey, watch it, Havoc xD And don't worry, if we RP tonight, I pinky swore with Fullmetal not to go all bitch on her character's (Playboy) ass owo))