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

[drewbeartx.livejournal.com]

Ah, good day, madam. Is there a table available for poker? I've been seeking a good game for quite a while.

::grabs bottle of beer from behind the bar::

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*wanders in*

I've dealt with two decompositions, a double shift, and a spectacularly clueless supervisor. I need vodka.

Nice place.

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

Sheez. And I thought Rob was a big ol' ray of sunshine.

Did someone mention pool? *darts over and retrieves a pool cue, hiding a mutter about 'conditioner and shampoo' behind a toothy grin*

[elessar.livejournal.com]

*sitting in corner*

My stapler...why are they always stealing my stapler?

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

Are we playing for money? *knocks back a shot*

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Oh, what the hell? *takes a swig of tequila, then takes a deck of cards from behind the bar and slides them over to you* I'll play if you'll do all the work.

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

You're on, man.

(And, cheez. What's with the scary chick?)

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

Well, it's a pretty sweet stapler, dude.

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

Very. Lovely red color. Like blood....

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

Aha! A taker! I even promise not to cheat and steer the balls with my Tactile Telekinesis(tm)!

(Not enough booze, I think. Or too much. It's hard to tell. It may warrant investigation.)

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

*hands over a bottle of vodka* You want glasses, you'll need to go dig some up behind the bar your own damn self. House rules says you drink straight from the bottle. If you want to argue that, I've got a sawed-off shotgun that says otherwise.

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

...that's two. Two for the Creepy Chick Games. I'll get the kiddie pool if someone else'll get the Jell-O!

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*takes bottle in one hand, twirls her pistol in the other*

Fine by me. No fights this early though. I'm out of lemons and this shirt isn't scotch-guarded.

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

Wait until I've finished this vodka. I'll be game then.

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

...tacticle telekinesis. Riiiiiiight. ^_~

Hey, is this floor concrete?

[laurelin-kit.livejournal.com]

I don't suppose you've invited any beautiful women?

[drewbeartx.livejournal.com]

Well that all depends on how much you're willing to lose, my dear. ::wide, toothy grin::

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

*looks offended* Hey, what's so "riiiiiight"-worthy about that? 'least I'm not mixing shotguns and vodka, like some people. *peers warily towards the poker table*

Huh? I think it is, yeah. Why?

[callmesyd.livejournal.com]

Ooooh. Noted!

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

You say that like I'm the type of woman to send out invitations.

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

*smirk* I'm from Vegas. Seen it all, done most if it, had some named after me.

Maybe later.

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I agree, that's a dangerous mix there. *eyes the crazy women*

And, good. *alchemizes a pool cue out of the floor* So, shall we play?

[dawning-star.livejournal.com]

I've had enough vodka not to be offended by that. *swigs*

[drewbeartx.livejournal.com]

Hmm... Perhaps not *all* the work, but I don't feel adverse to preparing the occasional mixed drink. However, someone else cleans up any spills or vomit. It takes a dreadfully long time to get such substances out of my fur.

::shuffles deck repeatedly and very very quickly::

Shall we start with 7-card stud, ladies?

[ceejayoz.livejournal.com]

Did someone say costume party?