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[heatourjail]

"...And no, I don't think Cheese Wiz should be the fifth food group...." Juliet trails off as they step (well, he's stepping - she's skating) over the threshold and into the Bar, which has kindly materialized while they were travelling to a costume party. At least they left their homes wearing these costumes - unlike other, more unfortunate folks

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[psyched_u_out]

Holding out an arm for her to grab onto, he runs his tongue across his fake fangs.... they're feeling decidedly more solid.

"This can't be good."

[heatourjail]

Juliet stares at him. "What can't be?" She glances at his mouth and the way he's running his tongue along his lips. "Oh...PLEASE don't tell me those're real now..."

[psyched_u_out]

"Seem to be."

Yes, he's lisping. He never did really get that worked out.

The wig's probably real too, but there's no way he's gonna confirm that without panicking.

[heatourjail]

Juliet winces. At least her roller derby self is a form of own physical self. "You look like Vincent with an overbite." Hopefully she's not the only person who watched Beauty and the Beast as a teenager? He gets a kiss anyway.

[psyched_u_out]

He wrinkles his nose at the comparison, but she gets a careful peck on the cheek for her trouble anyway.

"You doing okay?"

[heatourjail]

She pats his shoulder. "I'm fine." She nudges him less gently than she might usually - sort of a mini-body check. "Want to get a table?"

[psyched_u_out]

He nods. He figured she'd be okay. Roller Derby Jules is badass.

"Should I be calling you Maniac?"

[heatourjail]

She tends to be; in all of her forms.

"Should I be calling you...Louis?" she guesses.

[psyched_u_out]

Close, but no cigar. He clutches a hand to elegantly-clothed chest.

"That pains me, Jules."

[heatourjail]

She sighs. "That movie has shirtless Brad Pitt, Shawn. I didn't catch any names!"

[psyched_u_out]

He shakes his head.

"It's a classic of modern horror!"

... the lisp doesn't make it any easier to take him seriously.

[heatourjail]

"And it needed less Tom Cruise," she points out.

He's also gesturing a lot. She ducks out of the way. to avoid his fingers.

[psyched_u_out]

He sputters and gestures a little bit more before settling down into a vague pout.

"Let's just go get something to eat."

[heatourjail]

She just manages to hide her smile. "Sounds good to me." She takes his arm.