Let the costume party commence!

[apocalypsos]

Okay, so, here's the deal. I've never mixed drinks before.

Oh, all right. Total lie. This one time, when Wolvie wasn't looking, I took all of his beers and mixed 'em with Dr. Pepper. I didn't drink 'em or anything, 'cause ... uh, they frightened me. Liquor shouldn't, you know, talk to you or try to grab you by the neck. Bad liquor. No pretty paper umbrella.

So, I found this book in the library, right? And it's got all kind of recipes for Bloody Marys and Sex on the Beach and ... Alien Urine Sample? EWWW. Nobody order that, 'kay? Ick.

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[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

God, who let a baby in here?

[vivian-shaw.livejournal.com]

Mind the small frogs. She tends to make them when she gets bored.

[bloody-bottle.livejournal.com]

I'll have you know that I'm the only of my group of friends that survived the drinking game based on your adventures (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Withnail_and_I_drinking_game), baby or not.

[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

That's... somewhat sobering.

Someone give me another drink.

[vivian-shaw.livejournal.com]

*snaps his fingers and a second bottle of single-malt appears*

[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

You, sir, are a fucking saint.

*drinks, heavily*

[vivian-shaw.livejournal.com]

*laughs* Give me credit for some taste. Perhaps I ought to start showing up to business meetings in a robe and sandals, with bluebirds sitting on my head. It'd give the under-dukes a laugh.

[bloody-bottle.livejournal.com]

That's nice. Cirrhosis, the Wonder-Actor! Here, have some rum. I lifted it from my roommate.

I noticed you seemed to be on speaking terms with Satan. Admirable.

[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

Bugger cirrhosis. I have a liver of cast iron.

Of course I talk to Satan. Better the Devil you know, isn't it?

[bloody-bottle.livejournal.com]

Liver of cast iron? Well, I suppose it's probably as hard as iron from all the scar tissue. You do seem a little jaundiced in your picture, you know.

[vivian-shaw.livejournal.com]

Please. Call me Lucifer.

Or Samael, if you must. "Satan" is so overused.

[bloody-bottle.livejournal.com]

Oh my... sorry, I'm such a big fan! I've dedicated my life to carrying out your noble work. And you know, you came off TOTALLY crap in that book everyone reads. I saw right through all those vagaries and omissions. Blast, listen to me prattling on like a schoolgirl! I'm just so overwhelmed...

[vivian-shaw.livejournal.com]

*amusedly* It's quite all right; I get this all the time. My biographers have never done me what I'd call justice, although Milton wasn't too awful in the first chunk of his poem. The funny thing is that nobody seems to have twigged the consequences of Revelation, wherein it's clearly stated that I shall be locked in a bottomless pit for one thousand years...and it's been longer than a thousand years since that was written.