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]

"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.

[cottoncandypink]

"Well. Yes," Wilford says.

It's amazing how many people do fall for it.

"He's a cute little snot. You sure you don't want him for a few hours?"

[have_no_mercy]

"There's a word there you really shouldn't have said."

In other words, it's still a no.

[cottoncandypink]

Wilford shrugs. He's hiding out here, well away from his screaming kid anyway. The nanny can deal with it tonight.

"What, you don't like cute things?" he asks.

[have_no_mercy]

Does she look like she likes cute things?

"Messes are not cute."

[cottoncandypink]

"You got me there," Wilford says. He's so sick of the messes already.

"But seven teens and no mess?"

He doesn't buy that for a second.

[have_no_mercy]

"They're old enough to clean it up themselves."

With only slightly major nagging.

[cottoncandypink]

"Either you've found the best-behaved teens in the world, or you're telling tales," Wilford says.

It's probably the second one. He's seen what group homes look like. They look like disasters.

[have_no_mercy]

"I run a tight ship."

You know. When she's not running two major businesses.