Open post it is, then.

[greengoldpurple]

*Zillah is lounging upside-down on one of the couches in the mansion, sipping lazily out of a bottle of spiked strawberry wine, and very high on some sort of drugs, long hair unbound and spread like a curtain on the cushions of the couch. His free hand--the one not with the bottle--is spinning idle strands of hair around a finger, and his legs are

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[sweariwontdie]

*clears his throat to get Zillah's attention*

Must you be so careless, monsieur?

[greengoldpurple]

*waves a bottle at him* Want a drink?

[sweariwontdie]

What is it?

[greengoldpurple]

Strawberry wine. ((Spiked with blood, but he's not going to tell you that.))

[sweariwontdie]

*hesitates* I'll try it.

typist: someone please stop me!

[greengoldpurple]

*hands it over, grinning wickedly*

[sweariwontdie]

*cleans the mouth of the bottle on his sleeve and sips it* *manages to swallow that little bit* *holds the bottle back out to Zillah with a frown*

That is... foul. What is wrong with it?

[greengoldpurple]

It's goooood. *laughs at him*

[sweariwontdie]

I don't think so. *still grimacing from the nasty taste*