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]

Just a martini, please...vodka, not gin, and one olive. I find the simplest and most traditional things are often the most valid.

[phillyexpat.livejournal.com]

I only drink what people tell me to. Especially when I've been VERY BAD.

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

Bah, it's not a drink unless it can grab you by the throat.

Give me a beer, I'm in no mood to die yet tonight. Though if you see my brother...

[leatherdykeuk.livejournal.com]

Ah, no...The Urine sample belongs to me, thanks. I was on my way to the nice Doctor at Roswell.

[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

Kindly pass the whisky, my dear girl.

[apillarofsalt.livejournal.com]

You're lucky you never did that to Sean, love.

[bloody-bottle.livejournal.com]

Well the damnable dog is fond of gin and tonic...

I think I'd rather have something slightly fruitier. A strawberry daiquiri, perhaps?

[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

Have some Scotch, my dear.

[vivian-shaw.livejournal.com]

Sweet hell, Withnail, is that you?

[opportunemoment.livejournal.com]

HellO! I mAde a Special Drink jusT fOr you WitH pInk and siLver dRagONs anD Love and ThinGS that maKe yoU fEEl liKe the WorlD is waTChinG yOu aLl the tiMe and maYbE if You hide undEr YouR beD unTil the worLd ends it WiLl all sToP.

:D

[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

Now that is a question I really don't feel qualified to answer in my current state. I'm far too sober for intellectual debate.

[vivian-shaw.livejournal.com]

Then by all means get hammered, my dear thespian. *passes the bottle*

[opportunemoment.livejournal.com]

I hAd a DoggY onCe. He smeLLeD of nIce and bLUe CherrIeS. BuT he WenT awaY.

[foxxydancr.livejournal.com]

I ordered Sex with an Alligator once. And I liked it. I've never ordered it again because I can't walk into a bar and say "I'd like Sex with an Alligator, please" without blushing and stammering.

[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

*drinks*

Ah, that's fucking good stuff, whatever it is. What is it?

[phillyexpat.livejournal.com]

How much Scotch?

[vivian-shaw.livejournal.com]

Balvenie. I must admit I was terribly proud of the Scots' affinity for whisky; my so-famous adversary condemns it as a snare for the soul, you know, and I would have to agree.

[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

Let's not go overboard. Start with one drink.

*passes over a chipped coffee mug full almost to the brim with whisky*

[kijikun.livejournal.com]

A little less than would kill you. The nights still young after all, plenty of time for dying later.

[myniamh.livejournal.com]

*drools* *stagers*

[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

Who gives a fuck about the soul? Alcohol keeps me alive.

They're a bunch of hairy sheep-shaggers, but the Scots did one thing right.

Hey, they're playing your tune. Fucking Jagger.

[rowanberries.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Yay Del!]

[rowanberries.livejournal.com]

I shall kidnap all the sopranos here! Ahahahahahaaa!!!!!

*Twirls cape, and climbs chandelier*

[calliopes_pen]

Milk? No, really a martini. With just one olive.

[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

Melodramatic wanker.

I would have made an absolutely fucking great Phantom. But those bastard casting directors. Too fucking skinny, they said. I'll give you too fucking skinny.