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.]

Comments

[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.

[cottoncandypink]

"She gets her hands on a spirit board, you're probably toast," Wilford says.

He takes a drink of his whiskey.

"I'd definitely be worrying."

[have_no_mercy]

"I doubt she needs one."

She isn't concerned with her own safety, however. Tess is more concerned with pie.

"I'm more worrying about the average teenage pranks taking over my mansion."

[cottoncandypink]

"Why are they in your mansion?"

He feels like they're probably not her children, somehow.

[have_no_mercy]

Ahaha. Hah. Ha.

"There's nowhere else for them to go right now. The mansion is the biggest place for them to stay."

[cottoncandypink]

"Where are their parents?"

Wilford would be hiding here as well.

Wilford is hiding here as well.

[have_no_mercy]

Yay for complicated questions. She'll try to keep this as simple as possible.

"Most of them are runaways or aliens. Parents aren't an issue."

And their mentor-parent figure just died.

[cottoncandypink]

All the complicated questions.

"What, and you took all of them?"

That's... commendable. Or something.

[have_no_mercy]

"They have nowhere else to go."

Again, she feels like this should explain everything.

"I can't leave them out on the street."

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford can see where she's coming from, but still.

"And I thought I was nuts," he says. "At least mine's too young for any of this crap."

And he only has one, instead of a gaggle.

[have_no_mercy]

There's only seven!

"You have one?"

This is news to her.

[cottoncandypink]

Well. Now it's his turn for awkward questions.

"My grandson," he says, VERY aware that he's a bit young to be saying those words. "He's three."

[have_no_mercy]

Tess isn't one to judge.

Well, yes she is, but not when it comes to kids.

"Three? Youngest I ever had was six. At least I could teach him things."

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford rolls his eyes. "More than I can say for this one."

If he hadn't already learned his lesson about sleeping around like a ho, a three year old running around would have done it. As it is, it's a good refresher course.

[have_no_mercy]

"I don't understand babies and toddlers. They're too dependent."

Yep. She'd be a great mom.

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford is not doing very well with this whole 'dad' thing either.

"You want some practise?" he asks.

[have_no_mercy]

She looks like him as if he's crazy. Which she already knows.

"I have seven teenagers. A three year old is more than I can handle."

[cottoncandypink]

"Good thing I wasn't offering to trade then," Wilford points out.

[have_no_mercy]

"No, you just want to hand him over."

She isn't falling for it, Wilford.