[A.Grendel, I don't think we're in New Meridian anymore. Waking up in nothing but a fancy robe in a luxury car wasn't how he imagined he would be spending, well, any time in his long since retirement, but here we are, and it's a breath of fresh air. Granted, he doesn't really question the who or how or why he's here; he's just happy to be here! And it's pretty obvious by the way he has his face pressed against the car window like some kind of animal (a dog, perhaps.) This is just the right kind of cut that he needed-- to revisit the glory days! All that stuff.
Anyhow, he's talking a lot about himself to really anyone who is in the car who might bother to give him a listen. ]
I have NO IDEA where the hell we are at but I am so about it. I bet the press is in there too! I CAN'T WAIT. You! [ pointing to someone else in the car, sorry ] You can start chanting my name, right? Get'em all hyped up for me? I can't howl at the moon without hearing my name, you know!
[ SORRY WHAT.. he's not even introduced himself but he assumes he is well known.. dumb, stupid, dumb.. ]
[ B. Or, after a moment of eagerly waiting to be shown in the casino, the car that he's in with somebody else starts acting kind of.. funny. The biggest thing is the alarm won't turn off, and after a few agaonizing moments, Beowulf delivers quite the impressive punch to the steering wheel and.. breaks it right off. Uh oh. ]
... Okay, look. I can probably fix this. No big deal. Some duct tape should do it.. maybe.
[ he's an idiot 🥹 ]
2. ROULETTE.
[ The prize he's won, proudly, is a BALL GAG and he's just going to hold that up high above his head. A prize is a prize, and he's all about it, and then just pretty much propositions anyone nearby. He has a competitive spirit so there's no time for dilly-dallying! ]
Alrighty, righty! Which one of you lucky babes wanna have a good time with me?!
[ not specifying if he's gonna be wearing this or putting it on someone else... that's an important detail maybe someone should clarify. ]
3. MORNING AFTER.
[A. Either the night went splendidly-- wildly-- and both Beowulf and his bedmate are simply hung over, sleeping in late. At some point, he will practically roll over and engulf his bedmate in what seems like.. a kind of submission hold? Beowulf locks his arms around his partner's neck and grips his wrists together. It's tight, but at least he's not strangling them... yet. Can you blame him, though? He's dreaming about the glory days. Tap out before it's too late.
B. Or, his bedmate has awakened late, and that large breakfast in bed? Yeah, it's almost completely consumed-- by him. Startled at seeing his partner awake, he pauses with his mouth full before holding out a bit with his mouth full. ]
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