TIME FOR BEER

[putyaswordson]

[ it's a nice, warm summer evening in camp. and even with impending... plot stuff approaching, there is beer and other assorted types of alcohol waiting to be drunk.

time for beer? time for beer. ]

(TOUCH EACH OTHER, I CAN ONLY LAST SO LONG, will be slow because I forget how to thread or something silly)

Comments

[burgercraving]

Wow, someone's a party killer. Get the hell out of here if you have a problem.

[floralingual]

[ oh... 8( ]

...I don't have a problem.

[burgercraving]

I dunno, sure looks like it.

[floralingual]

I was just thinking that some of the people here look a little young for drinking, that's all.

[burgercraving]

Good for you. Now start drinking or get over it. No one cares.

[floralingual]

That doesn't surprise me, but I'd rather not anyway.

[burgercraving]

So you're prefer playing the prudish judge? Okay, so let's go back to square one: you're not welcome.

[floralingual]

[ internal strife between getting belligerent or just leaving... ]

I heard you the first time.

[burgercraving]

And you're clearly like some five year old with Asberger's because you haven't listened yet.

[floralingual]

Why should I listen to you at all?

[burgercraving]

Because I'm here having fun, unlike someone whose face got stuck in that weird shape before you came out of the womb.

[floralingual]

You're not having fun if you're standing here picking on me.

[burgercraving]

It's called mingling and getting rid of the people I don't want to accidentally casually see until my beer goggles kick in.

[floralingual]

Whatever makes you feel better, I guess...

[burgercraving]

So why aren't you gone yet, Ratatouille?

[floralingual]

[ by now? he's just being spiteful. ]

Ratatouille...?