twenty-one
[He desperately wished that he be spared remembering anything from Valentine's Day, but sadly, he wasn't.]
[So the next best choice? Was alcohol. After a couple weeks of remembering the stupid embarrassing little candy-induced insanities, he tromped his way to the Death Match, settled in a stool at the bar, and hasn't moved since.]
Always thought it was a pointless holiday. Now Saint Paddy's Day -- there's a holiday. Drinking fucking green beer and smacking around people who don't wear green. Can't wait for that one.
In fact, gunna drink to it. [Hey journal, have a splash of beer on the page] Happy-Upcoming-Saint-Paddy's-Day, Castle! Wear green and you won't get pinched, punched or pushed down any stairs.
[[ooc: OPEN journal, OPEN person at the Death Match. Drunken Maine is drunk.]]
[So the next best choice? Was alcohol. After a couple weeks of remembering the stupid embarrassing little candy-induced insanities, he tromped his way to the Death Match, settled in a stool at the bar, and hasn't moved since.]
Always thought it was a pointless holiday. Now Saint Paddy's Day -- there's a holiday. Drinking fucking green beer and smacking around people who don't wear green. Can't wait for that one.
In fact, gunna drink to it. [Hey journal, have a splash of beer on the page] Happy-Upcoming-Saint-Paddy's-Day, Castle! Wear green and you won't get pinched, punched or pushed down any stairs.
[[ooc: OPEN journal, OPEN person at the Death Match. Drunken Maine is drunk.]]