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

[musyc]

Mostly the British, luv.

[arks.livejournal.com]

The British? I didn't know there were ninjas in Britain.

[musyc]

That's how you know they're there, luv. Because you don't know about them.

[arks.livejournal.com]

......wow.

So... how do you know when ninjas aren't there?

[musyc]

Oh, it's far more difficult to know when ninjas aren't there. Things like weapons left in walls, bodies on the stairs, missing pieces of Aztec gold...

wait, that's pirates.

Ninjas are the ones dressed in black pajamas, right luv?

[arks.livejournal.com]

I dunno, I've never seen one!

[musyc]

Well, you keep an eye over the port bow, and if you see one, give a shout. *pulls hat replica from pouch and puts on your head* Now you're a captain as well, and you watch over this party while I look for my horizon, savvy?

(OOC: Must be off. Nice to play with you!)

[arks.livejournal.com]

A! Thanks, Mr. Pirate! *pulls hat on* Have a good journey!

(Lovely playing with you as well. XD)