[Open] Headbanger's Ball / Heavy Metal Night

[drinkthebleach]

Who: OPEN TO ALL.
When: Saturday, December 3rd, from four P.M. to morning sirens.
Where: An abandoned warehouse in Sector 8.
Summary: That one zazzy event Pickles and D-Joe have been talking about.
Warnings: Adult language, loud music, alcohol and drug consumption, mentions of satanic imagery, eventual violence and NPC death, and anything else that

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DRUG BUST

[drinkthebleach]

[The pigs try to bust up the party; NPC fans under the influence of Dethklok's music violently attack them. What do?]

[drinkthebleach]

'S actually pretty fun when yer apart of it. Otherwise it's just a bunch of douche bags knockin' you around.

[Pickles has to lift an eyebrow at her statement though, sounding puzzled.] What happened? Did yer boyfriend drag you here or something?

[regeneratesalot]

No- definitely not. [ All the single ladies, all the single ladies. ] I just thought it would be a good idea to get out of those crappy apartments for a while.

[drinkthebleach]

[If someone liked it, they should've pulled their penis out backstage. D8] Yeah, I can see that. You could go nuts stayin' indoors 'round here.

[But now he has to address something that's been bugging him for a while.] ...Did we meet before?

[regeneratesalot]

[ PFFFFFFFFFT WHAT. ]

Yeah. I'm Claire- we talked over the network when you saw that weird ... red monster thing.

[drinkthebleach]

[Recognition lights up on his face once she gives him her name.] Oh yeah. Hi. [Pickles extends a hand for her to shake.] You sound a lot older on the phone.

[regeneratesalot]

[ She shakes it, raising an eyebrow slightly at that last statement. ] Really?

[drinkthebleach]

Kinda. Maybe it's just me: I'm still fucked up from the party. [At least he was an honest alcoholic/drug addict.]

...Plus it's usually ladies on the network tellin' me when I'm doin' something stupid, y'know? [One side of his mouth quirks up into a smile at that.]

[regeneratesalot]

[ Oh man, she didn't even want to know what was being passed out at this party. Good thing for her none of it would affect her. ]

Well, that's what we do. We have to look out for the people who can't look out for themselves.

[drinkthebleach]

[He makes himself a little more comfortable against the wall before he acknowledges her statement with wide eyes, looking a little bit like an owl with dreads.] What? Ladies, you mean?

[regeneratesalot]

Yeah. [ Hopefully he realizes it's a joke? Then again, he might be too 'fucked up' to distinguish between her kidding and serious modes. ]

[drinkthebleach]

[If Pickles met Claire five months earlier in his world, with the limited variety of women he knew there, he probably would've gotten the joke in a New York second. It's hard not to relate it to his last video post now, where he got more female fussing than he did with his own mom.] Some ladies, yeah.

Not complainin' or nothin', though I can take care of myself. That's a given. [Twenty-plus years of hardcore drinking, drugs, and doing stupid shit. Jeez, at least give him some credit, gaiz. 8|]

[regeneratesalot]

I'm sure you can. I mean, you've made it this far and you're still alive. [ Damn, kid. DON'T THROW UP IN THE CHIP BOWL. ]

[drinkthebleach]

[GOD NO. DO YOU KNOW WHAT NATHAN WOULD DO TO HIM?] Exactly.

You seem to be holding it together, too. What with yer knee an' all.

[regeneratesalot]

[ HORRIBLE, UNSPEAKABLE THINGS, I'M SURE. But don't ask the girl who ships Nathan with everyone else in the band.

She looks confused for about .25 seconds before realizing what he was talking about. She'd already forgotten about it. ] Oh- yeah. I've had worse, it's no big deal.

[drinkthebleach]

Says the girl that was side-eyin' mosh pits ten seconds ago. [His tone is neutral, though he means it in an entirely teasing manner.] Sounds like you've had more than yer fair share of scraps.