But then how could I give you enough time to miss me?
[He gives her a wink as he turns to saunter off in search of the promised alcohol. Things are looking so very up right now. Sure, he'd had a bit of a set back, but somehow he's found something even better. As if he needed further proof that the universe loved him.]
Alright, booze.
[He eyes the cat thing speculatively. He doesn't feel like wandering around this place looking for the bar, and there doesn't seem to be any staff to question.]
Let's see if you can make yourself useful. Find me whiskey.
[To his surprise, the cat darts off. Huh. To his further surprise, instead of returning and leading him to a bar....it brings him a bottle. Of something purple that smells like candy. There's a picture of a tipsy purple butterfly on it.]
...does this look like whiskey to you? And just what do you expect us to drink out of? God, I'd be less disappointed if you'd failed completely. Did you see that woman? Does she look like a woman who drinks purple candy booze straight from the bottle? ...it'd be kind of hot if she was, that's a real good sign she's a freak in bed...not that there aren't plenty of signs already, those real in control types can be just insane once you get'em in the bedroom...
[He takes the bottle from the cringing Pokemon with a beleaguered sigh. Desperate times. Why isn't there a bar? Are they taking the 'prom' theme that seriously? The sooner off this madhouse, the better.]
[He puts on his charming face as he returns to Lutece, grabbing a couple of glasses from the buffet table on the way. He can work with this. And it'll be interesting to see her reaction.]
I'm afraid we are truly trapped in hell. Or the fanciest AA meeting in the universe. There is no whiskey. There isn't a bar. I don't even know where this came from.
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[He gives her a wink as he turns to saunter off in search of the promised alcohol. Things are looking so very up right now. Sure, he'd had a bit of a set back, but somehow he's found something even better. As if he needed further proof that the universe loved him.]
Alright, booze.
[He eyes the cat thing speculatively. He doesn't feel like wandering around this place looking for the bar, and there doesn't seem to be any staff to question.]
Let's see if you can make yourself useful. Find me whiskey.
[To his surprise, the cat darts off. Huh. To his further surprise, instead of returning and leading him to a bar....it brings him a bottle. Of something purple that smells like candy. There's a picture of a tipsy purple butterfly on it.]
...does this look like whiskey to you? And just what do you expect us to drink out of? God, I'd be less disappointed if you'd failed completely. Did you see that woman? Does she look like a woman who drinks purple candy booze straight from the bottle? ...it'd be kind of hot if she was, that's a real good sign she's a freak in bed...not that there aren't plenty of signs already, those real in control types can be just insane once you get'em in the bedroom...
[He takes the bottle from the cringing Pokemon with a beleaguered sigh. Desperate times. Why isn't there a bar? Are they taking the 'prom' theme that seriously? The sooner off this madhouse, the better.]
[He puts on his charming face as he returns to Lutece, grabbing a couple of glasses from the buffet table on the way. He can work with this. And it'll be interesting to see her reaction.]
I'm afraid we are truly trapped in hell. Or the fanciest AA meeting in the universe. There is no whiskey. There isn't a bar. I don't even know where this came from.