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 Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 8:44 pm
*Looks at Bigby lying face down*
Excuse me a moment.
*Gets up with a bottle of standard Vodka and proceeds to pour it all over him, making sure to drop the worm into his hair.*
I have no use for loud mouth drunks.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 8:46 pm
You really didn't need to do that.
*A yellow eye opens, and turns upwards towards her*
It's out of my system now, and we can't all be fall-over funny drunks like Howlett over there.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 8:46 pm
His eyes follow Jessica, and a purely white grin just forms watching her pour the drink and worm on Bigby. Now that's just funny.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 8:48 pm
*Looks over at Bigby* The name's Logan and I'm only like that when I get hammered on Weapon V: Russian Vodka.
*Sits down at the table with the drink and his own beer still there, continues drinking the beer*
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 8:48 pm
*Sigh*
This is why I don't deal with mundys.
*Sliding down to all fours, Bigby shakes off, sending vodka flying everywhere...and the worm right smack in the middle of Jessica's forehead, before lumbering out the door, growing larger and larger as he steps outside...gives a mighty leap of his hind legs, and dissappears into the night as a howl echoes back through the wind....*
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 8:53 pm
*Watches Bigby leave and shrugs, leaning back relaxing into his chair. Tips his head back to finish off the beer bottle*
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 8:54 pm
Man's best friend, my a**!
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 8:56 pm
*Smirks at Jessica and nods to the bottle of Weapon V on the table before him, and her double-shot glass* C'mon, darlin'. Quit stallin'. I wanna see you finish this bottle off.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 9:01 pm
Jessica Drew Man's best friend, my a**!
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 9:04 pm
I'd be more friendly if he wouldn't insult me in a drunken stupor.
*Grabs the bottle and grins back at Logan.*
Gonna drink with me, cup cake?
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 9:06 pm
I don't recall him naming you in his insults at any point in time. In fact, I believe he named someone else rather obviously.
Of course, you mortals aren't exactly a subtle race...
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 9:08 pm
*Sratches at his furry cheek...then shrugs and gets up and goes into the back for a moment. After a moment of digging around, comes back out, has his own bottle of the vile drink. Plops himself back down with a sigh into his seat* I didn't plan on gettin' drunk tonight.. But screw it.
*Unscrews the cap, and seals his lips to it and tips back for a healthy chug. The kind of chug that would make a normal person gag and cough on regular Vodka. After a moment, he puts the bottle on the table with a thud and shakes his head with a light growl* Hhaaaarrgg... This stuff's beyond jet fuel... *Sniffs lightly, his sinuses rather cleared out from the strong smell*
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 9:09 pm
To put it bluntly, he told me what to do with myself, ok? I don't exactly smile at such pleasantries.
*Downs a shot and refills the glass*
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 9:11 pm
Let me guess Howlett, like a gold brick wrapped in lemons?
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2005 9:18 pm
*Stares at the bottle, glances at Lucifer, and takes another hammering chug of the brew. Not quite as long this time, but long enough to make his eyes water this time, he slams the bottle down again. Looks to Jessica and gesters her drink* C'mon, sweetheart. Put it down. Stop with the shots, you ain't gonna feel it if you sip it.
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