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

[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

A good enough occasion, I suppose. And certainly there are many - interesting people in attendance.

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

*calls over from the pool table while Ed and Roy are busy bickering* You've got NO idea, old man!

[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

Pool.

I knew a young man once - painfully foolish, but remarkably talented. I never knew him to lose a single game of pool.

But that is no matter. Are you even old enough to be drinking, under this country's laws, boy?

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

*sniffs, vaguely offended* That's Superboy. An' I'm not drinkin'! (Yet.)

See, I could have a bitchin' winning streak at pool if I wanted, too, but people tend to get a leetle bit offended if they find out you cheat, you know? Not my fault I was.. uhh.. born-ish this way!

[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

One might be tempted to suggest that the child doth protest too much.

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

Dude. *just points at the big ginormous primary-color-arific 'S' on his chest*

[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

Indeed. Superboy. How very... human of you.

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

*shrugs, rubbing the back of his head* Only half.