/fa/ - Fashion

>The true account of the European /wt/ meetup

>Whoretadello selected the venue, a mid-priced Japanese restaurant in Nürnberg. He arrived first and brought a very tired-looking girl with him. She told us her name was Candy, but later also told us her name was Bambi. No one got the chance to clear up the confusion because she left to go to the bathroom after twenty minutes and never returned.
>Finncel arrived first. He was late but that's OK. He was coming from a long way away and wasn't driving. He was heavily intoxicated, so it's a good thing he took the train. He sat down heavily, boobs bouncing, and ordered a drink. Whoretadello started to talk about Seikos but after fifteen minutes of nonstop talking he realize that Finncel appeared had fallen asleep. Whether from booze or boredom, no one could say.
>Just when Whoretadello began to despair that this whole thing had been a waste of time a tall, skinny girl appeared in the restaurant foyer. She looked nervous in her dress and wobbly on her heels. Whoretadello saw she was wearing an F-91w and waved her over. Cockwatch smiled brightly and wobbled over, sitting down between the two men. Whoretadello began talking about anime and his trip to Japan while she nodded politely, absentmindedly scratching at the razorburn on her neck.
>Finncel woke up and ordered a vodka when he noticed his new dinner companion. He suggested the three of them order dinner.
>Over dinner, Whoretadello continued to talk about how he was basically a Japanese at this point while Finncel drank in silence. Cockwatch tried to to see if her two companions were interested in spit-roasting her. Whoretadello didn't know what to say. Finncel immediately responded and called dibs on the mouth. He was drunk, but not stupid-drunk.

>It was at this point I got up from the bar, paid my tab and left. I'd seen more than enough. My bitter heart can only take so much comedy at once.