3rd Drink || New Year's

[notjustinthemirror]

Yeah so I guess New Year's is a thing. And I'm disappointed in all of you for not tearing this place apart, or drinking, or having a giant crazy party, or drinking.

So out of the goodness of my benevolent non-existent heart I'm helping you guys out. Even though you don't deserve it.

[In other words; FREE ALCOHOL FOR EVERYONE. Delivered right outside your door. It even has a bow on it. He's been bored okay.]

Comments

[mooned_hime]

Oh my.

I was so distracted, it completely slipped my mind to host a party.

[notjustinthemirror]

Don't tell me you've actually been going to these pathetic excuses for classes.

[mooned_hime]

I admit I have been entertaining the idea of attending Senator Wasted's "Throwing Kick Ass Parties" class, to see if I could pick up any new ideas.

But I had a rabbit scout the class first to see if he even showed up to teach. He did not.

[notjustinthemirror]

New Year's would have been prime party time.

I haven't even seen any teachers. Are we sure there's actually classes and shit?

[mooned_hime]

Those of us that were among the first arrivals were dragged into a class, but actually staying was not mandatory. And there was, in fact, an actual teacher present.

And I have met a small number of them during my session with the Dark Assembly as well.

Medic stop pretending to be demons!

[mooned_hime]

I changed Ifurita's title to something more fitting.

[cutestsuperweapon]

Everytime I see you, you do something really kind. I am glad another demon understands the true nature of evil.

[notjustinthemirror]

Right.

That's why I did it.

Sure.

[cutestsuperweapon]

I knew it! You're so nice.

[notjustinthemirror]

[This is where he would facepalm if he did that.]

I'm not .. Fine. Whatever. I'll accept that. My own personal fan club.

[cutestsuperweapon]

I don't think I can join one of these, but I'll join it in spirit!

I wonder if this involves waving a little flag with your face on it.

[notjustinthemirror]

I'd rather you didn't.

Anyway. Drink up. It's my gift to you.

[hit_girl_mindy]

Nice. I'm going to go get Ruffnut and we will do our best to tear shit apart for you;)

[notjustinthemirror]

Knew I could count on you.

Is Ruffnut the viking girl? Maybe I should have made some mead.

[hit_girl_mindy]

How could we not?

Mead? I thought that was a Celtic thing...

[notjustinthemirror]

Is it?

Alright, my cultural insensitivity is showing, I don't know the fucking difference.

[hit_girl_mindy]

I think so.

Whatever though, grog is grog. It will still be damn awesome.

[notjustinthemirror]

That's the spirit!

You'd think a place that teaches a class in badass partying would have done something for New Years.

[rose_liberated]

...What exactly is this? The label is missing, and I want to know where in my wine cellar it should go.

[notjustinthemirror]

It's anything you want it to be. Though it isn't wine. I haven't done wine in a long time.

[rose_liberated]

What do you mean, it can be anything I want it to be? It's a wine bottle with no label. This isn't Schrodinger's spirits, it doesn't collapse the wave function when you pour it out.

[notjustinthemirror]

That's kind of what I do. What do you want it to be? That's what it is.

It's not a cat in a box, I have no idea what you're talking abut.

[rose_liberated]

My point is that it just can't be anything I want, because this bottle isn't-

[A sudden crack of glass and pop of carbonation anounce the birth of Champagne-and the cork and neck flying off the bottle under the suddenly increased pressure.]

[notjustinthemirror]

Yeah. Like that.

Let's try that again. Where are you? I'll get you another one.