Cheated. That's how Marty feels by the piece of junk he finds himself with. Here he is, saddled with a snow globe. And not just any snow globe, nooooo. The piece of crap's broken! That's like... a freaking cutting hazard or something. He'd been hoping for something he could pawn off for riches, like somebody's long-lost family heirloom or something, and instead: snow globe.
The gods must be laughing.
He's half-tempted to put a curse on the damn thing, just to be spiteful. A cursed snow globe... Hm.
Marty stares at the object in his hand, this perfect encapsulation of his disappointment, as he leans against one of tables and takes a good, long drink of beer. There's a streak of white makeup still on his cheek, left over from tonight's show. Other than that, though, he's dressed completely normally, like he hadn't just spent the last few hours prancing around on a stage, singing poorly composed-- yet oddly catchy-- tunes with some Xenian cougars (that is, fine older Xenians, not literal... alien cougars).
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The gods must be laughing.
He's half-tempted to put a curse on the damn thing, just to be spiteful. A cursed snow globe... Hm.
Marty stares at the object in his hand, this perfect encapsulation of his disappointment, as he leans against one of tables and takes a good, long drink of beer. There's a streak of white makeup still on his cheek, left over from tonight's show. Other than that, though, he's dressed completely normally, like he hadn't just spent the last few hours prancing around on a stage, singing poorly composed-- yet oddly catchy-- tunes with some Xenian cougars (that is, fine older Xenians, not literal... alien cougars).