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[justicereigns]

Age is just a number. 34. 35. Close enough, right?

[There's a drunk slur to his words followed by the clink of rocks being stacked and summarily falling over.]

Damn it! These rocks are defective. [As opposed to functional rocks?] Tashigi!

[....] Oh right. She's not here. Tch. Maybe a whole rum cake wasn't such a great idea after all.

[This has been a public service announcement. Don't drink and post folks. Anyone looking to find our drunk White Hunter might find him stomping around the dark, looking for non-defective... rocks. He's also carrying around a bottle of Rhum brand rum. And he's a prime target for messing with. Happy Birthday Smoker.]

Comments

[justicereigns]

[Huffs.] That won't work.

[Except where it totally will.]

[boomchucka.livejournal.com]

[So she'll smile all cute and sweetly. Smoker, how are your teeth not rotting out of your face yet?]

Pleeeeeeeeeeeease?

[justicereigns]

[Oh god, he caves.]

Okay, okay. [Rubs his face.] But don't blame me if I'm not a party person.