✧･ﾟ*BE EXCELLENT TO EACH OTHER*･ﾟ✧

BENNY S. PELEKE, ESQUIRE // GUITARIST FOR WYLD STALLYNS

[bennypeleke]

[cliffsaito]

"Oh yeah were you holding space? Did you hit the," he cleared his throat, "ohhwhoaaohh-oh-oh? Like that?" Cliff glanced down at the sundae in front of him and grabbed a spoon, not immediately jumping in to help but if he was to need it.. "You're gonna have the gnarliest stomach ache, dude. Is that hot fudge?"

[bennypeleke]

"I think I'd be more like hitting the Tarzan so I'll leave that to you bro," Benny chuckled, nudging the bowl toward Cliff because if he was anything he was a sharer. "Yeah it's gonna be so crazy but it's cool, all my best work happens when I'm blowing up the bowl. I mean, like, no one's gonna interrupt you on the can, man."

[bennypeleke]

"So, like, Wicked was totally not wicked. I'm suffering some major emotional damage, dude." Benny sighed, clearly one of the people who'd walked into the cinema with no idea what to expect of the film, and was now seeking recovery in a massive sundae at the bar of St Elmo's. "It's nuts because I'm actually so lactose intolerant..."

[bennypeleke]