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

[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.

[hell-is-silent.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah, but he's got the – redhead. And the goggles!

[Now she's just laughing harder.] Oh my God, it's like you're... Jesus! Jesus of... metal! [Words are starting to slur.]

[kingroadie.livejournal.com]

Got a preference for redheads?

Well, I do have the hair- [He shakes off that musing to grab a chair for Heather.] Here, you had better sit down Spitfire, you're gonna fall over soon enough.

[hell-is-silent.livejournal.com]

No, but – his is... really nice...

... Hey. I AM sitting down. [She sat down, didn't she? ... Laughs again.]

[kingroadie.livejournal.com]

[This is a mixture of a drunk Eddie and Heather bobbing back onto her feet.] Spitfire, you stood up.

That or the rum's finally getting me. [Eddie gives an amused snort at that.]

[hell-is-silent.livejournal.com]

Shit, I DID stand up! I should... yeah.

[she sits down. On the floor. Now she's laying on the floor.]

Blaahhhh I think you win. [Hiccups.]

[kingroadie.livejournal.com]

[And have some roadie amusement. Primarily a bark of laughter before he decides to just plop down on the chair himself. He teasing Heather a little as he leans back into the chair.] I'll be sure to brag about this for days.

I Eddie Riggs kicked Heather Morris's ass at drinking. I'm sure it'll get me a shit ton of acclaim. [Why yes he is reaching for the cup, though its not for a shot, merely a slow sip.]