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.

Comments

[bloody-bottle.livejournal.com]

Normally, I wouldn't even think twice about showing you the schematics. But, for this particular model, I don't have any. It was impromptu, and I built it entirely from scratch with no plans.

Sorry. *shrug*

[drewbeartx.livejournal.com]

Quite all right.

You wouldn't happen to be related to an acquantance of my named Forge, would you? He also possesses a rather unique relationship with technology and spur-of-the-moment inventions. At times, it seems almost telepathic, or the machine equivalent.