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

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

It's not blackmail. I just want you to do your job. Oh, by the way...

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

Once more, not only am I off the clock, but we're not even in the country. You have no jurisdiction until we get back to Amestris. *grabs another beer*

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

Fine, fine. Just don't do anything *too* stupid. I don't want to hear about Fullmetal smear-on-the-wall later, you know..

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

Well, in that case, stay away from the chick with the eyepatch. She's scary.

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

Since when are you scared off by a little danger? It's not like you can't always get yourself out of it. *light smirk*

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

Well, yeah I can get myself out of it. I'm just worried about my remaining limbs.

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

Just don't die yet. You're still part of the military, and that only creates paperwork.

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

I won't die before you, that's a threatpromise.

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

...I'm glad.