And let the costume party commence ...

[apocalypsos]

Okay, look, I don't know much about mixing drinks or being a bartender. So, you know, if you want anything, just ask the waitress. Kiffany's the shit. She can get you anything, you name it.

And the bar is fully stocked with --

*opens bar, finds it empty*

... the fuck? Mason! *stomps off to kick a little ass*

(OOC: I'm going to be in and out of the party today, what with work, so no blowing up the bar. Well, unless that amuses you. ;P)

Comments

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

*frowns* Yeah, you're on the guest list. Just not the one I give a shit about. *sticks Post-It back in pocket*

[elessar.livejournal.com]

Good. I wouldn't want to have to force choke anyone five minutes into the party

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't want you to, either. That could get kind of messy.

*remembers Post-It* Then again ...