You have no standards.
'Shells'
Spike's Bitches 32: I think I'm sobering up.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
looks around
Damn. You're right. I need standards!
t sends Aimee a few show tunes.
Got anything from Sweet Charity?
Well you did marry him. He's said sometimes that that was pretty charitable.
:: looks around, slumps on the floor ::
Stake me now. Or find me a chiropractor.
Ooo, or single malt.
Heh.
No kidding.
Drew, give the boy a drink.
Yaaaaay booze.
:: looks in liquor cabinet ::
Hmm. The cuervo is gone, and I'm not gonna drink straight Kahlua. And alas, have neither vodka nor milk for white russians. And Margarita mix alone is a sad thing.
I've got single malt here. No stake though.
Well, we do have a few tiki torches, I guess you could use those as a stake.