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

[miladygrey.livejournal.com]

Can I not take a moment to enjoy a glass of wine--or a shot of liquor--and ponder the absurdities of life with no ulterior motives?

No, perhaps not. But it's a pleasant thought.

Are you certain you won't take a lime wedge, Sydney? You've enjoyed them in the past, as I recall.

[emerlee.livejournal.com]

Even with your newfound "honor", I doubt you've ever pondered anything other than ways to get ahead of your current allies.

I see your lip is healing. I'm sorry I couldn't inflict more damage while I had the chance.

[miladygrey.livejournal.com]

*smiles slightly* As am I. Pity the idea of a public venue doesn't appeal to you.

Given the appalling lack of trust demonstrated by both you and Miss Espinosa, I seem to have no allies at all, only wary potential enemies. Thus my honor must be subsumed beneath self-preservation.

Your mother, I think, would understand.

[emerlee.livejournal.com]

My heart melts for you, it truly does.

It seems that lack of trust is there with good reason. I seem to recall someone betraying that bitch fairly recently. If you haven't heard already, she's currently in federal custody. I would thank you, if it wasn't, you know, you.

She would. I'm... glad she's dead. People like her, like you... they do nothing except for themselves. They destroy everyone, even those they claim to love, just to further their own endgame. I almost pity you, and people like you, but then I remember what you do to get what you want.

((OOC: Crap, it's after midnight. I'm off to bed.))

[miladygrey.livejournal.com]

My dear Sydney. Your capacity for bitterness and self-delusion never ceases to amaze me.

You and your father are frighteningly alike in regards to your mother. If she were to return (and who can say whether or not she will? Your father has lied to you before, and been lied to, in regards to her), you would behave as you have in the past. You would despise her, then soften, then be willing to defend her. She inspires that behavior in people.

And as for Anna--you're welcome. I hope someday you'll be inclined to return the favor. Good night.