( text | un: alucard )

[ananym]

I'm getting drunk.

Who else wants to get drunk.

Comments

[reneger]

'vampire' tells me nothing
are you planning to bite me to get me drunk?
because i'm fairly certain i'd taste disgusting and also: not into it

where are you hoarding it?

[ananym]

I'm sure you being disgusting is not an common opinion. I was speaking of greed.

[ vampires by nature are defined by thirst. ]

I'm in the kitchen. Stockpiling.

[reneger]

usually associated with blood, if we're stereotyping

find anything good?

[ananym]

Blood is merely the end result.

That depends on what you consider good.

[reneger]

are you planning to get all of us drunk so you can take advantage of us?
how shameful

have any crown royal whiskey?

[ananym]

Not to worry. You can be left out.

I'm not sure. Perhaps.

[reneger]

( now he's just feeling left out. )

i'll come check out your hoard

[ananym]

[ buddy. ]

Be quick about it.

[reneger]

are you really planning on getting wine drunk
what are you, a soccer mom?

[ananym]

Be nicer to mothers.

And yes. I like wine. I will get drunk on wine.

[reneger]

so it's fine if i stereotype vampires, but it's not fine if i stereotype soccer moms?
just working out the rules here

[ananym]

I don't really care about what people say about vampires. Because they don't know anything about vampires.

[reneger]

i was adopted by a vampire once

[ananym]

That explains a great deal about you.

[reneger]

you don't even know me

[ananym]

And I assume no one wants to.

[reneger]

ouch
i felt that
right in my cold, dead heart

[ananym]

Probably because you deserve it.

[reneger]

i bet you're great fun at parties

( but whatever, shit company is always a great time when he's in a shit mood, and jason's sauntering his way on over to the kitchen. )

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[ananym]

[ like he said, he's in the kitchen with a heap of bottles around. alucard has poured himself a nice glass of red wine and shows no sign of stopping. ]

[reneger]

( alucard has a glass, but jason skips right faking being civilized company, and saunters on passed him to grab onto a bottle of whatever looks strongest. he pulls a knife out of his pocket, uses the edge to open it up.

and as soon as it's open, tips the bottle over his mouth to take a good few drinks of it. conversation can happen after he's gotten something into his stomach. )

Damn, you weren't kidding about hoarding 'em.

[ananym]

I am not one to embellish.

[ finishing one glass with a snap and helping himself to another. ]