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

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

Thta's true. Why do I get stuck with this mess? *decides to drown his... er... complaints*

[luckycat-r.livejournal.com]

I guess if you're going to be on top, you have to put up with some nasty shit every now an again!

*laughs... finds the vodka*

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

It's exactly because of that nasty shit that I want to be on top. If I were in charge... *grumble, drinks*

[luckycat-r.livejournal.com]

There'd be a party EVERY weekend!

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

Not only that! We'd get to do things we wanted to.

[luckycat-r.livejournal.com]

Exactly... like party every weekend!

*mmm Vodka*

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

Exactly. *swallows a mouthful of liquor with purpose*

[luckycat-r.livejournal.com]

I bet you're too drunk to sing. I also bet I can drink vodka with more purpose than you.

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

What? No way!

[luckycat-r.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh!

The beard DEMANDS purpose! *scritches chin*

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

What does that have to do with anything?! I have FAR more authority than you!

[luckycat-r.livejournal.com]

Yes, but I'm manlier!

*starts on the rum... WITH PURPOSE!*

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

WHAT? *grabs the rum* You most certainly are NOT. *takes his own drink--with MORE purpose!!*

[luckycat-r.livejournal.com]

I most certainly AM! I've got the chin and the beard and the build!

You resemble a 10-year-old boy! *take rum back* *drinks with the epitome of purpose*

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

A what? I do not! YOU-!! *grabs the rum* I'll show you ten year old! *tips the bottle up and drinks... and keeps drinking...*

[luckycat-r.livejournal.com]

*blank stare*

Uh... Roy... don't kill yourself...

And don't snap your fingers... you are officially the most combustible thing in the room now...

But still not the manliest! *finds smirnoff!*

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

*FINALLY stops, taking a deep breath of air* I don' know what yer talking about! I'm... I'm NOT a kid, dammit! *shakes the bottle at Hughes as he yells*

[luckycat-r.livejournal.com]

Ok... ok... simmer down... I meant to say "12-year-old." Does that make you feel better? At least you're around puberty!

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

Listen, Maes... you're a great friend and my subordinate officer. But that won't stop me from tsting my range on you! *holding up a hand poised meaningfully... if shakily*

[luckycat-r.livejournal.com]

*stares at fist... stares at Roy... stares at fist... stares at Roy...


... gets a serious look in his eyes*

*dies laughing on the floor*

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

What the hell are you laughing at?!

[luckycat-r.livejournal.com]

It... It just... It just... BWA HA HA HA HA...


Hmm... smirnoff

[castalidragon.livejournal.com]

WHAT? What the hell are you laughing at? Don't laugh at me!