metalogs | Open | Barbeque Bash!

I. Chilling + Grillin'

( since this whole barbeque thing was eddie's idea, it's only natural for him to be the grillmaster. he isn't sure if there's something in the air, but he's been compelled as of late to beat the summer heat by wearing socks and sandals along with jean shorts. he's one bad purchase away from pairing it with an old navy t-shirt and a fisherman's hat, but he hasn't quite reached that level of dad ascension just yet. but he's getting pretty close.

if anyone wants to take over the grill, it's not like eddie will say no. until then, he's taking orders with venom's help. )

What do you want? We got hot dogs, cold dogs, those sausages with the cheese inside, burgers— SHRIMPS! Yeah, yep, we got shrimps on a stick, too... Wait, is it shrimps or shrimp? Is shrimp plural? One shrimp, two shrimp..? RED SHRIMP, BLUE SHRIMP.

II. Roasting Weenies

( after spending hours standing over a fire, venom wants to sit in front of another fire and cook more things, apparently. and eddie's going to let him. venom's got about twelve tentacles sprouting from his back, each one holding a different stick with various objects on it. some are right, like marshmallows and hot dogs, and some are wrong, like his attempts at roasting cucumbers, and hard-boiled eggs.

he materializes as a floating blob of goo and squirms his way over to the person sitting beside him. )

SHARE YOUR TALES OF HORROR WITH ME.
IT IS TRADITION.

III. Skinny Dipping

( do you have any idea how long venom has wanted to go skinny-dipping? months, at this rate. maybe even a year. how long have they been trapped in this place? how long has eddie denied him the simple pleasure of skin amidst water? even now he is a coward, alone, toes against the edge of the lake, hands hastily shoving his shirt down each time venom tries to pull it from their body. )

WE WISH TO BE FREE.
DO NOT DENY US THIS!
fear not.
THEY WILL FIND YOUR MARKED ARMS AND SCRAWNY, scraggly, CHICKEN LEGS HANDSOME.
and if they do not, we will eat them! whole!

Scraggly?? Okay, listen, man— I hear you. I do. But... but... there's a time and a place for skinny dipping. Usually while blackout drunk. Occasionally in a desert somewhere.

THIS WILL BE OUR DESERT!

No????

IV. Aliens

( the cracks breaking across the sky have eddie raising his hand and squinting up at what he assumes is the start of another confluence thing. he isn't an expert, and they never seem to happen the same way twice, so he and venom stop petting baby goats and suit up in case people start raining from the sky again. they look around before they spot someone who may or may not be a fellow hero. it doesn't matter. they'll be a hero today! )

JOIN US.
WE MAY NEED ASSISTANCE.

Deserts are hardly required for skinny dipping, though it's never really a wise move to ruin a perfectly good set of clothes for a swim.

[ It's hot and that is currently more concerning than how vile sitting in dirty lake water is going to be after. He'll just teleport home and bathe.

As it is, he's already half undressed and working on the rest. He hadn't actually expected anyone else to be out here, and despite David's insistence on getting him a swimsuit, he still has not actually ever seen one. ]

Venom's right; your scraggly, ah, chicken legs are quite handsome. No need to be shy.

( oh, god, there's a whole other person out here. he might have noticed before if he hadn't spent the past five minutes fighting with his alien counterpart and losing. )

AHAH!
YOUR TINY, WEAK, TOOTHPICK LEGS ARE HANDSOME.
IT HAS BEEN CONFIRMED.

Stop adding adjectives, asshole.

...

They make clothes specifically for swimming nowadays, you know. On Earth, at least. Maybe not in other places. You want some swim clothes? I can probably find you something around here.

Eddie Brock + Venom | OTA

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