Party! Party!

[fae_of_the_rose]

Out Tonight

You're at a party! There's music, food, karaoke (oh god), drinks...you name, it's here. Let your hair down and have fun!

Rules

1. Post and wait for a reply/reply to others
2. Use the RNG to get a scenario from the list below.
3. Or don't. Up to you.
4. Have fun!
5. If someone says "I don't want to do this", don't do that.

List

1. Dancing (It's a party. There's music. Let's dance!)

2. Drinking Contest (Chug chug chug! Just don't get sick)

3. Fight (All that booze did a number on everyone's tempers)

4. Kitchen (For a little peace and quiet and access to the chips)

5. Bathroom (For a little peace and quiet or a place to regret drinking that much. Or sex. We know how these things go)

6. Buffet (Ooh, are those chocolate covered strawberries? And is that punch spiked?)

7. Wild Card (It's your party, and you'll do what you want to)

Comments

Now we're just missing a holy man.

[faithfuelsu]

*If she had the answer to that she'd probably be a million miles in the opposite direction of wherever the actual fuck she is. But she doesn't. So here she is. Making fabulous life choices.

With dragons.

Or guys that were occasionally dragons. That part was still something she was processing. Regardless, dragon guy was either going to be fun or kill her brutally. She was leaning towards the brutal death. If liquor were involved it might suck a little less. So that was currently the plan. Even Slayers had their limits.*

Survived so far. Might as well up the ante.

bartender, obviously

[deathwarder]

[ Life choices with dragons are always the best life choices, for the record. And Prestor is one fabulous hunk. The whole Deathwing moniker is just for show, you know, have to put on the ritz for the big bosses up top. You understand, don't you?

But drinking contest. Right. Deathwing downs his shot and goes for another, more out of habit than to up the ante, as it were. Dragons could and did get drunk, at least this one did... it just took awhile to get them there, as Faith is unfortunately going to find out. ]

So far, yes. Much farther, unlikely.

He has holes in him?

[faithfuelsu]

*According to who? Crazy people? It doesn't matter how pretty he is, she kind of saw the Dragon. Thinking the name is more than earned.

If Faith paced herself a little she might be able to keep up. Possibly.

Hopefully.

She could handle her liquor. Special demon essence bullshit aside, she was from Southie. You didn't grow up in South Boston with an alcoholic mother without learning a few things. So, just to stay in the game, she downs a shot of her own.*

Maybe I'm hoping if I get you just wasted enough you'll help me get the hell out of here.

the twist is the bartender is actually a slice of cheese

[deathwarder]

[ Hey, now. Crazy was in the eye of the beholder. He's got some issues to work through, yeah, but don't judge a dragon by its molten scales. There might be a hidden treasure hidden underneath.

Or lava. Lots and lots of lava. But you'll find out one way or another.

Deathwing just glances at his plucky companion evenly and watches her down the shot. ]

And what incentive have I to help you? You do know I've destroyed worlds for less, don't you?

Mmmmmmm, swiss.

[faithfuelsu]

*Treasure, fiery flaming death... whatever. No big deal, right? Right.*

Because that gets boring and you're lookin' for new kicks? Maybe want to try somethin' new? Or how about this, I'll owe you one.

*She pours another shot and downs it. Pour, drain, repeat. It's the one thing she has control over right now. And, just because she can, she smiles a little hopefully.*

C'mon, don't make me bat my eyelashes. I really suck with that whole thing.