Halloween Happy Hour

[cottoncandypink]

Halloween is a tricky holiday. It's the day when all the evil of the world pops out of the ground to say hello. It's also a pretty big party holiday, and for some reason the day people let their kids run around and take candy from strangers. Michael is way too young for anything like that, so he's at home, inside, safely locked away inside.

Wilford, on the other hand, has finished up his ADR for the day and made sure nobody wants him for anything. The door catches him off-guard as he goes to find a party he can crash. But why go crash a party when he can set up his own right here?

The first thing he does is rounds up a couple of rats, explains his plan, and passes them each $100 to get their motivation going. Once they rush back to the kitchen, Wilford starts setting up the rest.

HALLOWEEN HAPPY HOUR PARTY

Tricks	Treats
Drinking Contest - $5 Buy-in	Beers on tap
Survive the blue stuff - DRINK FREE	Pumpkin Pie
Candy Blind Bag	Baesuk
Teach me a new drink	Apple Pie à la mode, served with Apple Pie à la mode
$1 Mystery	Fish Bread
Bartender's Choice	Spiced Mead

With that taken care of, Wilford mixes himself a drink and settles in for the evening.

[ooc: Happy Halloween! Thread hop, have a party, have fun! I'll be around until the kids start knocking on the door.]

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[have_no_mercy]

Tess sits down at the bar, in full costume, and glances at Wilford wearily.

"I'll take some pumpkin pie and a whiskey."

She has enough tricks the rest of the year.

[cottoncandypink]

Well. That's a costume all right.

One of the rats rushes back to the kitchen while Wilford pours the drink.

"What are you supposed to be?" he asks.

He is not wearing a costume today. He's just dressed like his usual Walmart-shopping self.

[have_no_mercy]

It's a Milliways tradition of dressing her up as famous fictional redheads.

"Ginger. She's from a tv show on my world."

It's actually amazing she knows who she's supposed to be.

[cottoncandypink]

"A popular one?"

If it's also a show on Wilford's world, he's never seen it.

He slides over the whiskey as the rat returns with the pumpkin pie.

[have_no_mercy]

"Apparently."

She's only ever seen a handful of episodes. The humour wasn't her style.

The glass and plate are taken gratefully.

"Thank you. I need this today."

[cottoncandypink]

"That kind of day, huh?" he asks.

He fishes through the candy grab bag for something that isn't going to be completely awful, and finds some lemon drops to pop into his mouth.

[have_no_mercy]

"I have a house full of teenage superheroes-in-training and it's Halloween."

Though she feels like that should explain everything, she continues.

"It's chaotic."

[cottoncandypink]

"Jesus, none of them have a spirit board, do they?"

Though that sounds like a bad enough scenario as it is, without the spirit board.

[have_no_mercy]

She sighs, then takes a sip of whiskey.

"I have no idea what they're doing."

Then she considers a moment.

"One of them is half demon, so it could be trouble all 'round. I wish I had the energy to babysit."

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford's eyebrows raise considerably. "And you haven't sprayed it with holy water?"

Some things are done differently on other worlds, sure. But half-demons? Holy water.

[have_no_mercy]

Tess eyes him.

"She is relatively harmless. And an innocent. But magic does exist so I worry."

She worries a lot.

[irish_vagabond]

The Bar saw it fit to dress Cassidy up as the vampire Lestat again, all frilly cravat and blond wig, so of course, Cassidy is not having a happy Halloween.

"I swear to God, don't start," he warns Wilford, pointing at him, before he sits down on a stool to sulk.

[cottoncandypink]

Does laughing count? Because that's what Wilford does. He laughs.

Sorry. He can't help it. It's been the sort of few weeks where someone else's misery is a big uplift.

"Start what?" he asks.

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy is just grateful the Bar didn't stick fake fangs in his mouth. Small mercies.

He rolls his eyes and mutters, "Ahh, shut yer gob. Here, what's that blue stuff supposed to be?"

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford reaches for this particular bottle of blue stuff and thunks it down onto the counter. It's blue, all right. And opaque. And judging by the way it moves in the bottle, the consistency ranges at various states between "snot" and "molasses".

And then he opens it to let Cassidy have a sniff. Not that either of them need to get very close to do so. It's not that it smells bad. It's more like someone's boiling rubbing alcohol.

[irish_vagabond]

"Jaysus. Well, that's different."

But only marginally so. Cassidy is the guy who can mainline Graverobber's corpse juice without it having any long-term effect.

"I'll try it."

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford's eyes are already stinging. He tries to pour a double, but it doesn't really pour. It kind of just... gloops out. Eventually there's enough blue goop to fill the glass, and Wilford passes it over. Even putting the cap back on the bottle doesn't seem to do much about the fumes that have already escaped.

"Bottom's up," he says.

[irish_vagabond]

"D'ye drink it or eat it with a spoon?" he snorts, jiggling the glass a bit. "Needs paint thinner, I'd reckon."

A beat.

"Have you got any back there? I mean, if not, that's fine."

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford looks around behind the bar.

"Sorry, pal. As-is or nothing."

He can't believe Cassidy is actually going for it.

[irish_vagabond]

Cassidy is stuck in this stupid costume for the rest of the night, okay, he needs this.

"Alright," he says glibly with a shrug. He lifts the glass to his lips and tips it back-- and waits for the blue goop to slowly sllliiiide out of the glass into his mouth. It's like trying to chug ketchup out of a bottle.

The first swallow hits him like a punch in the face.

"Fuck." He sputters a little, pounding his chest a couple times as it burns through his esophagus. "Jaysus, you could light a belch on fire."

[fairy_fixit]

A two foot long insect buzzes toward th Fairy Fixit approaches the bar, and is relieved to see that Bar is asleep.

"Good, maybe I can get some work done. Maybe. This costume isn't going to help."

She comes in for a landing on one of the bar stools and starts inspecting the staff she is carrying. It shares a theme with the costume, but it doesn't look like the fairy (Or maybe she is an imp?) actually knows what the staff does, if it does anything at all.

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford watches the, uh, bug get settled.

"I don't make deals with pixies, and no you can't know my name," he says pre-emptively.

He knows about pixies, and he wants nothing to personally do with them.

[fairy_fixit]

"A pixie? No, I am a fairy. Though it is unreasonable of me to expect you to know the difference, especially when I am dressed like this."

She looks down at her boots and ... "Huh... these make me look like I have cloven hooves.I am surprised you know what pixies are. They are fairly timid on my world. But they don't have hooves or tails," she says looking at her costume's odd tail.

Huh.

[cottoncandypink]

"They run the damn place where I'm from."

Wilford has never actually seen a pixie, but from everything he's read and been told, even this getup is pretty close to what he'd imagine one to look like.

[fairy_fixit]

"Putting that much responsibility on a pixie? They explode when they get emotional; stress isn't good for them." She shakes her head at the idea, causing her antenna to brush up against the horns on her head.

She goes silent while she reaches up and feels her head with her free hand.

"I have horns." She thinks. "Am I dressed up like an imp? Do imps even wear this much clothes? Or have hair?" she asks herself.

"I have purple hair. Huh."