jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse [raid meeting]

Jupiter's head shot up as Tyrian's call to raid rang through the Knolls. Oh, fuck yes he was in! This was the best news he'd gotten in seasons. He was in need of a good fight. God knew he wasn't getting any good action at home. It was nothing but boring domestic shit here. Day in, day out, blah, blah, blah. He'd sworn to Tyrian that he'd behave for the alliance's (and his wife's) sake but fuck was it hard. He just wanted to take his cart and go play in the rogue lands. As long as he didn't bring anything home, did it really matter what he did out there anyway?

He was at the meeting place in a flash. His heavy crystal mask banged painfully against his chest as he slid to a stop beside Pestilence. The raid had put him in a good mood so he reached out to ham-handedly whack her shoulder in greeting. Jupiter said nothing, just quirked a eyebrow at her and then flopped down on his belly to await the proceedings. He didn't know what Tyrian had in mind and he didn't care. He just wanted to bite something.