Uh oh, Look out @orochihigh it’s the Kings Gang! You don’t want to mix it up with these guys. There’s Kingsley the black mexican king snake, Leroy the california kingsnake, Reagan the albino kingsnake and Rex the Southern Hognose. Because there is always a Hognose.
(Side note, I had to stop myself from drawing them all like greasers and teddy boys because apparently my idea of what a gang looks like is stuck in the 1950s XD)
Brad and Chris’ neighbor Becky came over to help the boys figure out who was who after an impromptu ‘who wore it best’ competition went to round two. Well, probably three… Or was that the number of margaritas they had? If so, it might be four but likely five. Do shots count? That’s when either Brad or Chris said he thought they both looked like a 10.
The drunken bantor ended abruptly when Becky announced she’d be back in the morning if they still didn’t know who was who. Right now it really didn’t matter.
Becky then boldly poured herself two brimming margaritas, each with a heavy lining of salt at the rim and lushly garnished with fresh cut limes. She bid the two gentleman ‘good evening’ then walked herself out the door stating to the world she was “not apologizing for it!”
Woah. Becky was on it.
Well then, Brad and Chris might actually like her. That was going to be confusing.
