Simon Zabenko: Bah-humbug.
Simon Zabenko: *Simon shifts in his seat again*
Simon Zabenko: *Simon stands up, fixes his shirt and takes a few steps away from his seat before cracking open his jacket and removing a pack of cigarettes and a lighter*
Simon Zabenko: It's nice out. At least it is at the moment.
Simon Zabenko: *Simon takes a look at the pack of smokes and lighter, but puts them back in his jacket pocket before using them*
Simon Zabenko: *Simon lets out a huff of air before turning and returning to his seat*
Simon Zabenko: Goddamn, I need something to do. They ain't going to keep me company forever.
Simon Zabenko: Boogey, boogey, boogey!
Simon Zabenko: Welp... *Simon stretches before standing up and folding his chair up* It's been fun, guys.
Simon Zabenko: I know I'll see you again, I always do. Maybe next time you'll see me too.
Simon Zabenko: *Simon walks off, holding his folding chair*
Piper Strause: *a noise is heard from a dark corner of the room, sounds like a chair leg hitting the floor, then a flick of a lighter Piper's head tilts as he takes a needless drag from the cigarette and smirks* Lawn chair....I should have brought my umbrella.......
Piper Strause: *he continues to smoke the cigarette, he puffs to hard and the cherry falls off and hits him in the lap* OH SHIT! *he jumps up and stomps his feet and brushes away the cherry flakes* Fuck.......*he sighs, Revenge is a strong and dangerous thing, it can make someone wait.....and in Piper's case, he's dead.........he has nothing but time*
Piper Strause: *he puts his feet up again and whistles a Tom Waits tune, God's away, God's away God's away on business.*
Piper Strause: *Piper hits the floor and decides to head for the bar*