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[spankmyvampup]

*After dark near the Mess Hall, there is a table decorated with pink and black streamers and littered with assorted party favors, such as pointy birthday hats. There are cups next to a bowl of thick, reddish liquid and a black-frosted cake with a tiny guillotine decorating the top. A procession of gorillas in aforementioned pointy hats can be seen

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[eatenbyadru]

*trailing her fingers in the punch bowl*

It's not warm enough.

[spankmyvampup]

So? It's blood. And it's fresh and not from zombies. Drink it, or don't.

And shouldn't you be in this fuckin' dress?

[eatenbyadru]

I am already wearing my costume. It never takes me off...

[spankmyvampup]

. . . 'Kay.

[eatenbyadru]

*pouting, but sucking her fingers clean anyway*

[spankmyvampup]

There are glasses.

[eatenbyadru]

They're empty. And a crack is waiting to bloom, right there.

[spankmyvampup]

You're... supposed to dip 'em in the... fuck, nevermind.

[eatenbyadru]

Careful, you might crack too.

[spankmyvampup]

I think that ship has sailed.

[eatenbyadru]

Oh, mine too.

*sailing a cup across the punch bowl for emphasis*

[spankmyvampup]

That's gonna make it colder.

[eatenbyadru]

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest... they must have been very tiny.

[spankmyvampup]

Huh. Never really thought about it.

[eatenbyadru]

Bite-sized.

[spankmyvampup]

Like Halloween candy.