Cacos Smp

Chapter 15

John cleared his throat and lifted his glass.
J: My friends, I just want to say thank you. What has been accomplished today could never have happened without you. I'm so glad that I know you bunch of twats, and I'm so grateful for you helping me kill that filthy traitor. So, cheers!
Chad and James raised their glasses and clinked them together with John's before taking a drink. They then placed the glass on the table as John began refilling them. John, James and Chad were sitting in a corner table at The Fathers Pint.
Ja: So then, now that we've officially nuked Cum City, what's our plan now?
J: Since the main threat to the country is gone, I believe that we can just return back to our usual schedule. Might have to write an apology letter to Krys though
C: Why
J: We did sort of blow up her country. She'll probably forgive me though, we have a good relationship
Ja: That's quite sweet
J: Anyway, do either of you want anything? I'm going to go order me another drink
C: I presume you won't be back to work tomorrow if you're going to be drinking all night then, hm?
J: What we've done today demands celebration!
C: It's just an excuse to get shit-faced, isn't it
J: Well it seems you don't want anything
C: Hold up
Chad chugged what was left of his drink, and waved the empty glass in Johns direction. John sighed as he looked back at him.
J: Same again?
C: Please
Ja: Mind getting me one?
J: Fine, but you're getting the next round

C: James, kindly shut up
Ja: How the fuck am I supposed to believe she's God, huh? You're giving me absolutely no evidence
C: Don't need to. God doesn't have to prove that she's God
Ja: Then why are you trying to get me to believe you so desperately?
C: I'm not, I'm just stating facts
Ja: I mean you are?
C: I'm not
Ja: Chad-
C: Shut it, you're just jealous that you don't know God as well as me
Ja: For the last time, she's no-
J: Jesus Christ, can you keep your voices down? I went to take a quick piss and I come back to this shit show
C: John! Amber's God, right?
J: Amber? Yeah, I'd believe that
Ja: Don't encourage him...
C: HAHA! I told you! Fucking idiot. Bet you feel like a moron now, don't you?
J: Wait what's exactly going on?
Ja: Chad's trying to convince me that Amber's God
J: Reasonable
C: See James, it's just you that thinks otherwise. Amber doesn't need to give you proof, cause she just is God
Ja: Can we just agree to disagree
Chad narrowed his eyebrows at James as he took a sip of his drink.
C: Fine, but you're still wrong

J: Have, uh... have any of you ever wanted to be in a band?
C: What?
Ja: Hm?
J: A band, like with instruments n'shit
C: I mean I've never really thought about it before
J: I did. Like in school I kinda had a band. I knew how to play the guitar so me and a couple of my mates would just meet up from time to time to play random shit, but we never did gigs or anythin' like that
C: Okay?
Ja: Wait are you, like are you suggesting we start a band?
J: I wouldn't not wanna start a band... Do any of you actually know how to play anything?
Ja: I can play guitar and bass
C: Keyboard and kazoo
John giggled as he poured himself a drink.
J: Do you wanna start a band?
Ja: Sure why not
J: This is great. When should we - uh, when should we have our first meetup to practice?
C: ... Tonight?
J: I think I got an electric in my house somewhere?
Ja: God knows where mine are. Probably buried somewhere within my basement
C: Haha, I've got an idea. Stay here, I'll be back in about twenty minutes with some stuff
Chad quickly stood up and raced to the pubs exit. John watched through a small nearby window as Chad clumsily ran down the steps, and hoped he wouldn't fall. He doubt Chad would, drunk or not.

About an hour had passed, and Chad still hadn't returned. John and James had resorted to playing hangman on the back of a beer mat. John used a pocket knife to calve in five small separate lines.
J: Five letters, go
Ja: Hm... a
John carved a longish horizontal line.
Ja: E
Another line was carved, this time vertical.
Ja: O
John wrote the letter James guessed on the third line.
Ja: M
Another horizontal line was made.
Ja: Shit... um, r
John wrote the letter on the fourth line, next to the o.
Ja: o-r... hm, s?
John wrote the letter s in the first space.
Ja: Oh! Next letter, t
John drew a small horizontal line underneath the top vertical one.
Ja: Oh I thought the word was storm.
J: No. You guessed m earlier and it was wrong
Ja: Oh yeah! Um... b?
A small circle was drawn under the previous line.
Ja: D- oh wait sword
John filled in the remaining letters, revealing the word "sword".
J: That took you a while
Ja: To be fair, I have had quite a bit to drink
John laughed as he began scratching in the next set of lines, when the door to the pub burst open. Everyone turned to the door to find Chad peeking his head past it.
C: Missed me?
Ja: Where did you go? You've been missing for like an hour
C: What? Were you worried I got kidnapped?
Ja: John did step outside at one point to make sure you didn't fall down the stairs and snap your neck
J: You looked real stupid stumbling down them, you can't blame me for thinking you fell
C: You know me better than that! You really think I'd die falling down some stairs?
John raised his eyebrows, and Chad dramatically put his hand over his mouth.
C: How dare you! Anyway, I got the shit
Ja: Really?
C: Yeah, can you guess where I got them?
J: Dunno, did you ask for a favour?
C: Not exactly
Chad fully walked into the pub. He had two guitar bags slumped over his shoulders, and a keyboard under his arm. He walked over to the table John and James were sitting at, and threw the keyboard onto the spare chair. John noticed another person enter the pub, and she closed the door shut. She walked over to their table, her hands hidden within the pockets of a black jacket. She had short ginger hair, with two streaks of purple running down beside her ears, and a line of what seemed to be stitching running down her face.
J: Oh hi Amber
A: Hello
Ja: You want a drink?
A: Vodka
James left to order Amber's drink as she went over to sit next to John. Chad sat down opposite her, and they waited for James to bring back the drinks. He did so, and eventually sat down with the others.
C: Hey James
Ja: Hm?
C: You know how we got the instruments?
James sighed and reached for his drink.
Ja: Was it Amber by any chance?
C: Yep. Clicked her fingers and they just appeared
Ja: Of course
J: Did you?
A: Sure
J: Nice. Anyway, do we have all the instruments now?
C: Wait I forgot my kazoo-
Amber took out a kazoo from her pocket and handed it to Chad.
C: See, look at these God powers
J: Truly incredible
Chad began playing the kazoo, and the distinct sound rang throughout the pub, resulting in many to turn their heads to find the source of the noise. Once he had finished making recognisable tunes, he put it on the table, and John clapped.
Ja: So?
J: Hm, first step we should make a band name. Any suggestions?
C: Balls
J: Ha, alright. James, any ideas?
Ja: Balls is a good name to be fair
J: Yeah, but I feel like there should be something else. Like, uh...the uh...the sussy balls
C: Sussy balls
Ja: The Sussy Balls
J: It seems we have decided our name. The Sussy Balls it is. Now, the music
C: Well we got the instruments, so lets just play random shit until it sounds good