open // she's a killer queen

[hellburner]

Who: Rider and anyone who wants a party.
What: ...A party. :|
Where: Shakespeare's fine mansion of swag.
When: Evening of 6/2
Log:

Well, this was a production to say the least. The drinks were more than taken care of (Rider kept her supplies well stocked at all times), the food was all set, and all there was left to do was set up this infernal game contraption. Rider still wasn't entirely sure what a Mario Kart was, but it looked fun.

Once the game was actually set up (eventually), it was going to be a hell of a night. Hopefully with no fistfights breaking out or blood feuds declared over who used what blue shell and when. It happens, man. I've seen things.

[Mingle, have fun, it's a party.]

Comments

[lordsexybritches]

What would I need to cheat for? You're awful at this as it is.

[Bring it, woman. He dealt with Holy Grails trying to off him before he could disassemble it. He can deal with you.]

[hellburner]

[SHE WILL NOOGIE YOU TO DEATH]

[in fact she might be trying to right now]

[lordsexybritches]

Fuck--!

[Oh god not the noogies his one weakness]

Get off of me!

[hellburner]

Make me!

[CAN'T BE STOPPED WON'T BE TAMED]

[lordsexybritches]

[CAN YOU BE SHOVED]

What is wrong with you, woman!

[hellburner]

[YOU CAN TRY]

They don't have a name for it yet~!

[lordsexybritches]

[He is trying to squirm out of her grip and is somewhat alarmed when all that does is make him slide lower.]

You're acting like a child! Let me go!

[hellburner]

[IRONCLAD GRIP, MY FRIEND]

Nope!

[lordsexybritches]

[Oh god his head is going to get stuck on her chest soon. God help him.]

[He didn't know how long he could keep up with this ineffectual flailing.]

Why must I keep prying you off of me?!

[hellburner]

Because it amuses the hell out of me?

[lordsexybritches]

[Okay, that's it. He's done. Resistance is futile, he will be noogied. Might as well accept it.]

You are the bane of my existence.