☆ BONFIRE NIGHT PARTY ★ OTA!

[hischair]

When: Bonfire Night, November 5th.
Rating: Crazy kids mean this will be updated as needed.
Characters: EVERYONE \8U/
Summary: MCKIRK APARTMENT PARTY ahhhh. Please comment under the corresponding header for wherever your character is so we have a loose system! Assume the party's in full-swing when you arrive and handwave however you heard about it, the surprise all-day-long darkness mean the evening's activities just went into overdrive. Notifs are off, threadjack to your heart's content but remember to heed the post-it's in the bathroom: if you throw up, you're on clean up!

 

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[olduvai]

[ he's paused in the kitchen during his small tour of the house to find some grub, but instead he sees angela by the kitchen counters, pouring an insane amount of alcohol with the juice in the pitcher. the eyebrow raise that he made is almost reminiscent of mccoy's, if not for the fact that he looks more impressed than grumpy at the moment.

oh, the joys of not being able to get drunk - small mercies for john, it seems. ]

You know, there's such a thing as alcohol poisoning.

[thenormalsquint]

Only if you let it happen to you. [Angela pours a bit of the drink into her cup and takes a sip, pursing her lips in thought before adjusting the taste with even more booze.] Besides, if you drink too much Hell Tea, that's your fault, not mine.

[Now she's pouring him a cup of said "tea", only halfway because she does at least like him enough to keep his liver in one piece.]

Tell me how it is.

[olduvai]

[ oh, trust him, his liver will not be affected whatsoever.

but considering that he has superhuman everything - his super tastebuds are balking at all that alcohol in one drink after he's taken a sip. ]

No, it's official. You're trying to kill people in this party and they won't even know what's coming to them.

[ but then he takes an even bigger gulp right after, because look. no pain, no gain, right? and he's always liked booze. ]

What's in it?

[thenormalsquint]

[That response makes her smile, wide and full of pride for her creation. Somebody please get this woman away from anything anybody will ingest tonight.]

Oh, a little of everything. Some vodka, some peach juice, triple sec, rum, a splash of Everclear...

[The list is longer, but she can't remember what bottles she picked up and threw in anymore.]

[olduvai]

You sure that's what you put?

[ that taste nothing like what he's just drank, but then again, with all the mix of things, it'd probably be a long shot if he tasted anything else like it. ]

I did taste the vodka.

[thenormalsquint]

Does it really matter? Drunk people aren't the type to ask for ingredient lists.

[She speaks from experience here. If it tastes good and it's enough to have her promising never to drink again, then what's in it doesn't ever matter.]

Good. That was the idea. Drink up. I want to see how non-serious you can actually get.

[olduvai]

[ that gets a small smile out of him. he's got plan his escape route later to avoid suspicion, but for now, this is fun. ]

I'm telling you now that you'd be pushing your luck. [ bottoms up! ] I don't get drunk that easily.