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

[vivian-shaw.livejournal.com]

Hardly. You, my little friend, are one of those irritatingly stainless souls which just won't take a real tarnish; while you may have frightened yourself with how close you came, you were never really within Mr. Eyeball's grasp. Trust Samael on this.

[fyrdrakken]

If I were a bit more sober I might wonder just how trustworthy Samael is.

Since I'm not, I find you very comforting.

[vivian-shaw.livejournal.com]

*smiles* I don't actually have any reason to lie to you; you're not part of my mythos, so I'm not in the running for your soul anyway.

Drink up, and be merry, and please don't tell the Frodo Healers I got you drunk, because they are likely to try and unscrew my head.

[fyrdrakken]

Whee!!!