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

[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."