#fojolaf

[thats-so-draaaven]

Bronekton/Olaf

Here it was. He'd pulled all of this together. Renekton couldn't be more proud of his current creation. Heart-stoppingly beautiful women were everywhere, the DJ was droppin'em hard and fast, the drinks were flowing, and everyone looked to be enjoying themselves. There was Jayce, cocksure and overdressed as always. Lissandra, the bookworm in a dress that could melt the most frozen of Freljord's hearts. It was only just starting though, and people were already showing up by the dozens. 

Finding his best friend by the door, he clapped a heavy hand on Olaf's shoulder. "We certainly pulled a damn good one out this year!" Renekton felt like a bobble head, constantly finding something new to look at. 

"You waiting or looking for anyone in particular?" Renekton nudged an elbow into Olaf's toga'd side. 

[thearmordillo]

"Sup my armordillllllllbro!" Opens a Graggy Ice can by slamming it into one of his spikes and hands it to Rammus. "Here! This is what I call Graggy. And this the best elixir out there!"

Rammus watches the strange human, the same stoic expression on his face.  He watches as the man opens a can of beer on one of his spikes before calmly taking it from him.

“Ok.” He says in response to his boisterous statement.

The Armordillo then proceeds to down the contents of the entire can before crushing it on his shell.  He then hands the now crushed can back to the berserker.

“Thanks.”