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

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

Hey!

Well, there are lots of bottles to wing back here...

[wofl-iron.livejournal.com]

you'd better watch were you're throwing those. *glares*

[hereticorp.livejournal.com]

*Yelling across the cafe* Hey ED! I got a phone for your little girlfriend there too! *Tosses a box over the bar*

You said you wanted one for her, have fun!

[wofl-iron.livejournal.com]

*snatches* What is this?

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

Something for you to take apart.

[wofl-iron.livejournal.com]

o0o Really? *fiddles with phone* What's it do anyways?

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

Got me. That guy *points at him* said it's a minature telephone. It even takes pictures, apparently.

[wofl-iron.livejournal.com]

Wait....a phone and a camera? Is that possible?

*takes off back* *dismantles*

It's fascinating.

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

*is quite amused*

[wofl-iron.livejournal.com]

^_^ This is the best. Tell your friend I said thanks.

...hello! What's this? *hold up microchip*

[hereticorp.livejournal.com]

It's a cell phone. It's like a telephone, except it has no wires and no handset. It also has a battery that powers it.

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

...she's not my girlfriend! >.>

[wofl-iron.livejournal.com]

...hey....that's right! Like I'd go out with him...he's too short.

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

Who the hell are you calling short, you automail geek?!

[wofl-iron.livejournal.com]

You. You're a bean. You'll always be a bean. Alchemy nerd.

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

I AM NOT A BEAN DAMMIT!

I don't see why anyone would go out with you anyway. You're freakishly tall.

[wofl-iron.livejournal.com]

Freakishly tall?!? I'm AVERAGE HEIGHT. You're just really short. Face the facts.

and I'll have you know there's plenty of guys thaat are willing to go out with me.

I'm beautful, talented and a genuis automail mechanic. What more is there to want?

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

I AM NOT SHORT.

Someone whose immeadite reaction to anger isn't to slam a giant wrench into someone's skull.

[wofl-iron.livejournal.com]

I reserve that treatment for you and people I don't like....like him...

*points at Roy*

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

You can keep beating him up, you know. I certainly won't stop you.

[wofl-iron.livejournal.com]

Nah. I'm tired of him. As long as I don't have to look at him and he's not making you do something stupid he's fine.

*rumages for a drink*

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

There's a lot of odd drinks back here. *pokes around a bit*

Ah ha! I knew there was more scotch!

[wofl-iron.livejournal.com]

Heh. You're head is going to ache like a bitch in the morning.

Don't come crying to me.

Also. Is there any gin back there?

[hereticorp.livejournal.com]

Really? Coulda fooled me...

[catystorm.livejournal.com]

...really.