And let the costume party commence ...

[apocalypsos]

*glares at all of you*

If you're expecting a happy, shiny hostess, you're all out of your goddamn minds. Bar is in the back. Pool table's to your left. Jukebox is to the right. And if any of you pull anything, I swear I'll shove the closest weapon so far up your ass, you'll think you swallowed an armory.

Like you're not all dead already anyway.

*grabs a bottle of tequila*

*heads off with gun in hand to watch the door for suspicious characters gunning for my son*

Comments

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

Fuck you, Mustang, I'm off the clock.

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

I don't care what you are doing, just don't expect any sympathy from me afterwards. And not only could you never reach, but I can't think of anyone who would waste their time on something as small as that.

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

*lifts a finger* Respectively, man, if you didn't care, why're you tellin' him not to drink? Ha-HA!

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

It can't be helped. *sighs* I'm unfortunately following orders to keep an eye on our miscreant. Besides, he's dressed in our uniform. (By the way, I'm surprised we have them that small...)

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

Goddammit, I'm only wearing this shit because SOMEONE reported on me! I don't carry a change of clothes with me to the bar.

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN, TAISA-YARO?!?

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

Stop yelling, pup. It means that if you return to Central with one of our uniforms smelling like you did last time, I will personally dispose of it for you. Whether you are wearing it or not.

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

*tilts his head, leaning on his pool cue* Kinky.

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

At least he's not trying to put me in a skirt again. AGAIN.

JUST BECAUSE YOU'RE TALLER THAN I AM DOESN'T MEAN YOU GET TO USE ME TO PLAY DRESSUP YOU ECCHI-TAISA-YARO!

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

A skirt? Really kinky. You know, I bet you could sue. It looks like you've got one heckuva hostile working environment, ol' chum.

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

Hostile doesn't begin to cover it.

This is why I'm on field assignments 90% of the time. Stupid recertification...

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

If they offer you any assignments in Hawaii? Totally take it. Raddest place on Earth. Lived there for a while, myself. Surf, sun, and babes in bikinis as far as the eye can see.

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

...Hawaii? Haven't heard of it.

Swimming isn't my strong point, though. I kind of...sink like a stone.

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

You haven't even heard of Hawaii?! *looks absolutely horrified*

You're totally from Bizarro World, aren't you? But.. no, your English is too good for that.. alternate universe? The future? GAH! Don't tell me there's no Hawaii in the future! YOUR FUTURE BLOWS, MAN!

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

Would you shut up, you bean? You're drunk already.

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

Drunk on righteous fury, maybe. (I love an excuse to say stuff like that.)

If anybody here'd benefit from a cold one, it's probably you. I can keep an eye on 'im, why don't you go kick back with the nice crazy ladies and big furry guy at the poker table?

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

Haha. ha.

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

What about the old dude with the hat like yours and the snobby wine? *waves vaguely towards Magneto's spot*

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

*slips a hand into his pocket with a flat expression* I'm fine here. Thank you.

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

I am NOT drunk and I am NOT A SHRIMP!!!

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

Excuse me? Heh, not likely. That would be grounds for arrest, I believe. *eyes Ed* I'm not interested in a child.

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

I AM NOT A CHILD!!

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

You're shouting like one.

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

GYAHFUCKYOU!

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

Okay... fine. Go get a stool.