[The feed cuts in on her wicked giggling and Cheshire's grin. She's just had a terrible or brilliant idea.]

Guys.

Guys!

The day after tomorrow.

DEMOLITION DERBY!

Am I right!?

Mordecai, Roland, you don't got a choice.

At least this time I know better than to look stuff up.

I never want to see skag porn again in my life.

[Lilith grabs her communicator, to post like good girls do.

And then it gives her a face full of what had better be H2O.

Sputtering, she wipes her eyes and mouth clean before pressing for audio.]

Okay. Who let the dog out?

Heeeey.

[Lilith is pretending her tantrum the other week never happened, judging by the saccharine, facetious quality to her voice. She's also been knocking back one, but not enough to affect motor skills just yet.]

Plenty of ornery bastards on this stupid boat. Who's up for a round?

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[Whoever told Lilith about Deck 12 should not have done so. She's going from room to room, paying no attention whatsoever to labels detailing furniture within (Mordecai is going to be seeing her about the bedside table he threw her into broke). Already she has a paper bag--double-layered--with three or four glasses and coffee mugs inside. Some ( Read more... )