HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR EEEEDDIIIIIIIEEEE!!

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Character Names: Open
When: August 28, 2010 :3
Location: Most of the first floor of the manor
Summary: It's Eddie's birthday!
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Mostly language ^^;





The Manor has gone all out for Eddie's birthday. There are black and red streamers that materialize around the dining room and parlor. A huge guitar shaped cake with thirty candles lies on the dining room table along with candy, cookies, and other deserts. There are party hats, noise makers, and black and red balloons. Everyone is invited of course and everyone is free to stay or leave as they wish.

Comments

[kingroadie.livejournal.com]

[Too late to turn back Heather. TOO LATE.

Especially since Eddie is setting the cups up now. Feel free to start the drinking since this mun doesn't drink.]

Here we go. You ready to get your ass kicked kiddo?

[hell-is-silent.livejournal.com]

[Heather, who's had experience with underage drinking, starts pouring about a shot's worth of rum into the aforementioned paper cups. This mun doesn't drink rum, because it is syprupy and gross and makes you very ill. So this is clearly a good idea.]

Pssh. Shut up and drink, Riggs. We'll see who's the winner.

[She's so going to regret this, but right now this is hilarious and fun so she doesn't care. >_>]

[kingroadie.livejournal.com]

[Oh Heather, have you forgotten Eddie's has his own fun time adventures in drinking. Since he was 14 years old to now at 33.

Eddie laughs at little at her jibe, readily picking up the paper cup and taking a shot.]

Your turn spitfire. Lets see if you can put your money where your mouth is.

[You're doomed Heather. This man is a tank.]

[hell-is-silent.livejournal.com]

[Oh she knows she's doomed. She just wants to get drunk fast and have a good time. She downs her shot with ease.]

HA! Your turn.

[kingroadie.livejournal.com]

[Eddie readily picks up the next cup and takes his shot.]

Want me to carry you back to your room by the end of this? [He's teasing obviously, smirk curling across his features.] Cause you sure as hell aren't gonna be able to walk straight.

[hell-is-silent.livejournal.com]

I think you should be asking if I could carry you back to YOUR room

[Still smirking at that mental image, she takes another shot.]

[kingroadie.livejournal.com]

I think the drinks are already startin' to get to you Spitfire. You had better sit down. [Eddie is on his next one Heather, enjoying the fact he can trash talk with the pipe wielding wench.]

[hell-is-silent.livejournal.com]

[Heather tosses back another one, giggling... and still standing.]

Nuh uh, easy as pie!

[kingroadie.livejournal.com]

Uh huh. [Snarky doubt madam, YOU CAN HAS.

Along with Eddie knocking back the next drink.] You won't be saying that soon enough Spitfire.

[hell-is-silent.livejournal.com]

Psssh, you underestimate me!

[Another shot! .... Woo, she's starting to feel kinda warm in her limbs...]

[kingroadie.livejournal.com]

I'd call it more knowing how you and the punch got along last time.

[Eddie's next drink at least gives him the inkling of warmth, but nothing that will throw him off.]

[hell-is-silent.livejournal.com]

Lies!

[Another shot. She starts giggling. A lot.]

[kingroadie.livejournal.com]

Truth, like you wouldn't believe. You missed so damn much during that prom because you were buzzed.

[Next shot for him. YEAH SORRY HEATHER. HE'S STILL COOL.]

[hell-is-silent.livejournal.com]

Nuh uh. I remember the bloodletting. AND the seahorse thingie. Kinda.

[kingroadie.livejournal.com]

[Small snort from Eddie now.] Alright than, lay it on me Spitfire. What happened?

[hell-is-silent.livejournal.com]

Um. [Frowns, trying to remember. It doesn't help that things are getting fuzzier right now, either.] Mosh pit!

[kingroadie.livejournal.com]

[Eddie gives an amused sound at that.] We did get a mosh goin', but s'not all that happened.

The seahorse thing- ended up turning out pretty weird. Why don't you tell me how that happen? [Oh yeah, he's barbing you Heather! GET HIM.]

[hell-is-silent.livejournal.com]

Ummm.. Um.

[Okay, so she can't remember. In response, she takes another shot.] Ha!

[kingroadie.livejournal.com]

[Eddie just snorts. He picking up the next paper cup. He taking his shot.]

The seahorse thing ended up with me carrying a naked guy into the bathroom.

[hell-is-silent.livejournal.com]

[She nearly sprays rum all over him. Good job.]

Wait, WHAT?!

[kingroadie.livejournal.com]

[Eddie has been to enough parties to master DODGE THE SPRAY-FU, which he does. Laughing some as he grins.]

Some guy turned into a seahorse, he turned back and was pretty much naked because ya know, turning into a seahorse means you can't take your clothes with ya.

[hell-is-silent.livejournal.com]

Man, maybe I shouldn't drink anymore! Seahorse guy's kinda hot!

[kingroadie.livejournal.com]

[Here have some more laughter. Teasing before he takes his shot.] He's a little on the scrawny, but if that's your deal Spitfire go for it.

[hell-is-silent.livejournal.com]

Maaaybe! Prob'ly not gonna get anywhere with Matt anytime soon. Sighhhh.

[Takes another shot, and... has to sit down. She giggles, hard.]

[kingroadie.livejournal.com]

Heh, plenty of guys around. Just depends on what ones you dig- sides Matt that is.

[Eddie just takes his next shot. Openly amused by her giggling.] Yeah, my prophecy of you needing to be carried back to your room later is happening fore my eyes.