((Holy shit! I was logged in when you posted!))
NINA: *giggles again and pretty much falls over in Richard's lap* What did? *realizes she's holding a wine glass, pouts, and puts it down, then picks up the OJ carton and drinks from it again* I think there might be vodka in this . . .
((Holy shit! It's a miracle!))
((Holy shit! It's a bird! It's a plane! IT'S NINAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!))
NINA: *giggles and holds up the wineglass* Want some? *realizes Evan's holding her feet* What about you, sweetheart? *giggles again . . . yeah, Nina is toasted*
((Holy shit....it's...uh....I ran out of stuff to say...))
EVAN: No thanks...I think I've had enough for one night...
((Holy shit! HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEREEEEEEEEEEEEEE'S JOHNNY!))
NINA: *giggles and gives Richard a wineglass* Here ya go . . . oh, I know what we can do! *jumps to her feet, sways dangerously, and then rights herself* There's an empty bedroom we can use!! ((*snort* HOW many do we have now?))
((Don't you mean "HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE'S NINA!"?))
RICHARD: *nearly chokes on his mouthful of wine. Gulps it* Uh...*arches eyebrow*
EVAN: 'We' as in-?
NINA: *giggles, grabs their hands, and tries to pull them both off the sofa at once. However, being very drunk, she only manages to land on her own rear end* Oww! *tears well up* That hurrrrrt . . .
EVAN: You ok,baby?
RICHARD: *cringes* We've all been there...
EVAN: Isn't she CUTE when she's drunk??
NINA: *cries* No-o-o-o!!! It hurrrrrrrrt . . . *climbs sulkily back onto the sofa and lays down with her head in Evan's lap and her legs over Richard's lap* And I'm cold.
EMMY: *is dazed and confused from being dragged over* Hi Richard. Hi Evan. Hi Nina. Bye Richard. Bye Evan. Bye Nina. *skips over to Wilson* Yeah. You look a lot shorter in real life. Why is that? Did you shrink or something? *shrugs and skips over to Evan and Molly* Aww! Poor Molly is sick! You better take care of her Evan!
MOLLY: *comes to slightly and sees Emmy* Huh? *cuddles up to Evan* Back off sweetie, he's already claimed.
MOLLY: *to Evan* Hey Evan, do you want a brownie?
WILSON: *is offended* You're shorter than I am! *turns around and hugs KT, because he's now very upset*
EVAN: . . . brownie? *shrug* Sure . . .
**A RICHARD GOMEZ CLONE FALLS OUT OF THE SKY!!!!!**
RICHARD CLONE: What the FUCK? *spots Emmy* Well hello. ((Happy?))
MOLLY: *reaches over to the table and hands Evan one of the "special" brownies* How do they taste?
EMMY: *is shocked by the sudden appearance of the Richard clone* Hi...
EVAN: They're very moist. *happily takes a drink of milk*
RICHARD CLONE: Has anyone ever told you how pretty your eyes are?
RICHARD: *is shocked by the appearance of the Richard clone*
((HOW many of my characters have been cloned now??)) ;)
NINA: *sulks and burrows into Evan's and Richard's laps*
((No idea . . . ))
EMMY: *blushes* No...
MOLLY: *doesn't know what's supposed to happen, so she waits for something to happen* Good, I'm glad they're moist. A brownie just isn't a brownie unless it's moist!
RICHARD: Well, they should have. (((Okay, just so you know, the Richard in my head totally just said "Wanna fuck?" and you totally just bitchslapped him to hell. It was really, really funny and a total "GO EMMY!" moment, but that's really not where I want to go with this . . . just thought it might amuse you.))) So . . . what's your name, babe?
EVAN: *giggles* Yeah . . . dry ones are just so . . . dry. *his eyes get that funky shine in them*
((Hehehehe....Y'all don't mind if I sit back and watch Evan #2 get high,do you?))
((Nina might . . . Nina-mun doesn't really care . . . ))
((Is also waiting for it . . . where'd Emmy go?))
EMMY: *is having fun with this* The name's Emmy. So what do they call a sexy thing like you?
MOLLY: *sits close to Evan and whispers sexily* Someone as amazing as you doesn't deserve dry brownies. You deserve only the best. The best of everything. The best life. The best...woman.
RICHARD: *in a sexy voice* Tell me who "they" are and I'll tell you what they call me.
EVAN: *giggles* Your shirt's changing colors!
EMMY: *shivers go down her arms and whispers* Women
MOLLY: Are you feeling alright sweetie? Perhaps you need to lie down...in the bedroom.
RICHARD: *raises one eyebrow sexily* Most of them call me Richard . . . (((. . . but you can call me Dick. Sorry, it just had to be said!))) Emmy. That's such a beautiful name.
EVAN: . . . *sways* That sounds like a good idea . . . *stands up and nearly falls over*