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[spawnofgothmog]

*sits in the park following a surprisingly pleasant shopping trip with her daer-adar*

*tries not to think about what her ada's reaction will be* :S

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[mirefinwe]

*wanders past, smoking a cigarette*

[mirefinwe]

*cackles*

Approve then? Apparently it's called a Flaming Balrog. Thought it was fitting. ;)

[spawnofgothmog]

*squees* And the swizzle stick looks like a whip! :D

[mirefinwe]

Oh yeah... didn't notice that!

*dips it in the remnants of booze at hte bottom of the glass and sets fire to it with a lighter*

There you go!!! Incinerate the napkin!!!

[spawnofgothmog]

Whee! Entertaining AND tasty.

[mirefinwe]

*necks most of his pint and sets it down*

Another then?

[spawnofgothmog]

*has a nice glow on* You bet.

[mirefinwe]

*grins*

Right you are.

*gets up and returns with a cocktail for both of them this time*

And here's to finally being legally able to get horribly wasted in public!

[spawnofgothmog]

Here's to being able to do a lot of new things legally. >:D

[mirefinwe]

*raises an eyebrow*

That too. >:)

*blows out the flames with a slightly apologetic look*

Unfortunately, I don't quite have your cast iron gut.

*drains the contents of his glass*

[spawnofgothmog]

*giggles again*

S'not cast iron. Jus' inflammable.

*downs hers as well*

[mirefinwe]

So... like... what happens if you drink lighter fluid? Please tell me you can breathe fire!!! :D

[spawnofgothmog]

Uhh. . . I don' think I'll try that. Gross. Tastes nasty, prob'ly.

[mirefinwe]

Well, I suppose a flaming whip will have to do. Although it'd be bloody useful to have you around the forge if you could breathe fire. :P

[spawnofgothmog]

I think that's more of a dragon thing. An' I am NOT your lackey, fella. :P

[mirefinwe]

OooOoooh. Well, that's me put in my place, Mistress. :P