Victory Party in the Common Room

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Yeah... Of course I come online as soon as Ash makes off with the big boomstick thingie.]

Beverages and Food line the common room. Kick back and enjoy kids.

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[sonofaparrotman.livejournal.com]

Scooter does another shot, then continues the conversation as though Marty had actually spoken. "Personally? I'd prefer to not have to deal with either. Or to have either of them turn up in my lunch." He knows exactly how flexible the Chef's definition of food is - he's had to rescue more than one friend from his single-minded quest to roast them or turn them into stew.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Well before he showed up, I'm pretty sure they were serving gremlin. Anything he makes, I assure you is an improvement."

[sonofaparrotman.livejournal.com]

"Don't let him know about those, then. Otherwise it'll be gremlin-and-zombie cassoulet for a week." Scooter does three shots in a row in an effort to rid himself of this image. "He is a good cook, though. Just a little bit . . . different."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"I'm going to stop call you Scooter and start calling you 'Master of the Understatement'".

[OOC: Tired. Need Sleep. Going to bed.]

[sonofaparrotman.livejournal.com]

Scooter bows, showily. Then toasts Marty with a shot-glass. "Someone has to be." Not that he could balance out the rest of the cast's drama all on his own, but . . . it was a start. He drains the shot-glass and contemplates the once again empty row of glasses and the pretty much empty bottle, then finishes the bottle and looks around to see if there was any more to be had. "Think I'll go find some more of this. 'S good." Then he's gone, lost in the crowd.

[OOC: me too. been a long night. cheers, though. this was some good crack.]