||[Dec. 8th, 2006|06:53 pm]
The IMDb Demented RENT RPG
"HEEEEEYYYY!!!!" Little Collins whines, stomping his feet up and down. "You can't just LEAVE me here!!!!"|
MIMI: *eyes bulge out of her head* DRUGS!!! COME TO MOMMA!!! *hops over to April*
EVAN: My girlfriend is making out with a strange guy who looks just like me...only with facial hair...I really need a drink. *picks up a bottle of straight up liquor and takes swig*
"Wheee!" April pulls out some little packets and hands them over to Mimi. "This is gonna be fun... HEY. Where's Collins?! I know he has a secret stash of drugs that he wouldn't let me near after a certain point!"
Cha-Cha goes over to Evan and pats his shoulder, and throws a lei around his neck. "Aww. I'm sorry, hon. Maybe you could get her back if you got some facial hair. But on the bright side... at least now you've been "laid"." She keeps a straight face for a few seconds and then bursts out laughing.
Roger runs back into the room, shirtless, a towel around his neck, and weights in his hands, because he thought weight lifting might make him sexier. "I smell alcohol, you guys! I want in!"
MIMI: Collins and Angel-chica are bringing in the New Year...and Christmas for that matter. *shakes head* I swear those two are like rabbits...on crack. *takes a packet* EEEEE!
EVAN: *looks at Cha Cha blankly* ....heh...*takes another swig*
NINA: EVAN! Put that down! *proceeds to glomp Evan* Hello, sexy.
WILSON: *eyebrows go even higher as he hugs KT* Seriously, what's she been DRINKING?
NINA: Pennsylvania eggnog, healthily laced with straight bourbon, whiskey, and . . . and . . . and something else. Might've been vodka . . . ((yeah, I really was, last night . . . I'm a bad girl))
NINA: But . . . but . . . if you're drinking, you're not kissing me! *pouts*
MARKIE: Where's my kiss for luck?
ANGEL: *coyly* Come'n'get it . .
MARKIE: *proceeds to make out with Angel*
((Yeah, it's pretty strong stuff. I got a buzz on two shots in an hour and a half . . . ))
EVAN: *rolls eyes* Fine...*tries to give Nina a kiss but misses her mouth and gets her ear instead*
RICHARD: Mind if I wet my whistle? *takes the bottle from Evan and chugs*
RICHARD: Chill out...here. *gives it back*
NINA: *eyes gleam wickedly* Hmm . . . *grabs Evan, Richard, and the bottle, and makes a beeline for the open bedroom*
EVAN: ...Wherewegoin'? *stumbles*
RICHARD: *arches eyebrow*