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]

I have heard such sentiments expressed before.

The faces may change, but the monsters behind them? Never.

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Amen to that. *takes another swig of tequila*

[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

Hm.

My apologies. I have been somewhat remiss. My name is Erik Lensherr.

*Pauses a moment, and then extends his right hand to shake.*

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

*thinks about it, then shakes* Sarah Connor. You wouldn't mind giving me a head's-up if any cyborgs come through the front door, would you? I'm guessing you'd be able to spot them a hell of a lot sooner than I would. *picks up another remnant of my gun from the floor*

[wal-lace.livejournal.com]

I will let you know. However, I do not intend staying long.