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Snake had set out a few things and stocked the bar. He wasn't going to do much else. It was a party right? One he neglected to tell everyone the reason for. Snake didn't want people to know, he felt old but at the same time this was his first chance in years to have friends around on this day. He still wasn't much in the mood for the celebration, just the company. Only a few people knew what March 3rd was, he just hoped they would keep it to themselves.

Current Mood: melancholy
Current Location: Home

Invitation!

What: PARTY!

Where: My place. Don’t know where my place is, suggest you start calling but don’t expect me to tell you if you’re an ass.

When: 6 pm. March 3rd, 2007. Kids welcome.

How: How? What the fuck is how doing on an invitation? Who needs to be told how to party? What kind of bullshit?

Chips, slasa, vegatables and dip, steaks, baked potatoes, salad, candy, ice cream, ~~cake, no, no fucking cake~~ (Do I know any vegatarians? Hmmm?)

Glenfiddich, Guinness, Hacker Pschorr, Amaretto, Bailey’s, Malibu, Jameson’s, Knob Creek, Absolute… which ones? All of them what the fuck you think?, Kahlua, Chinco, Hudson Valley Wines: Seyval, Chardonnay, Stone Fence Hard Cider, Apple Blossom Blush, Merlot, International Red, Ruby's Kiss; grape juice, kool-aid, mixers

Who: You! Don’t come. That’s your fucking loss.

Why: Why is there a party? Don’t matter does it? Who needs a reason to drinks? Who the fuck made this damned thing?

OOC: Those of you who know why Snake is throwing a party, I expect you to spill it to the rest. HEHEHE (I'll put a post up for this tomorrow afternoon.)

Crossposted to

theatrical_muse

Current Mood: drunk
Current Location: Home

( cut for explicit Mad Libs )

Current Mood: horny

1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I respond by asking you five personal questions so I can get to know you better. If I already know you well, expect the questions may be a little more intimate!
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

( Questions from Merfilly )

( From Sugar )

( Questions from Billy )

( Questions from Logan )

( From Xena )

( from Will )

Current Mood: tired

Snake Plissken, midwife, at your service.

Current Mood: In Disbelief

( Yellow? Hmmm.. )

Current Mood: blank

Here's the deal. Tomorrow is Macaria's birthday. She's being all on the sly about it and thinks no one's doing shit for her. Yeah, she forgot the clever old bastard with one eye. I invited her to come down to the shop for a drink tomorrow sometime after noon. It's officially a party. She doesn't know and any bastard who tells her gets an ass kicking.

So that's it. Tomorrow, Viper, my custom shop, Manhattan, be there before noon, Macaria's birthday party, use the side door from the alley. If she has friends I don't know and you do, invite them. Need a ride down, let me know and I can figure something out.

( The Party.. because the mun was too lazy to make two posts )

Current Mood: devious
Current Location: Viper Office

Ask my pup (and/or the mun) about each or any combination of the following:

1. Friends.
2. Sex/porn.
3. Music.
4. Drugs.
5. Love.
6. LiveJournal.
7. Happiness (edited because two and seven are the same).
8. The Future.

No matter how risque', no matter how personal or without tact the question is, the muse or mun will answer. Also, please specify if this is ICly known, and any conditions on the knowledge requested. This is important as it will effect how the question(s) are answered.

((Depending on the questions and who they are directed to answers maybe IC or OOC/Mun knowledge. I will clearly state which, if any, are OOC/Mun knowledge. If you/you're character asks about something either muse is unaware of the answer will be OOC.))

Current Mood: bored

Reply to this post, and I'll tell you one reason why I like you. Then put this in your own journal, and spread the love.

Current Mood: Insomnia
Current Location: Not in bed sleeping like I should be

When I invite a woman to dinner I expect her to look at my Snake. That's the price she has to pay.

Which movie was this quote from?

Current Mood: LMFAO

( Too much Eggnog with Bourbon. )

Current Mood: drunk
Current Location: On the living room couch

You can ask Snake, the mun or one for each of "us".

On-line journals are little filters that we each see every one else's lives through, the parts others choose to share with us. That said, we all think we are close, but really we seldom know *a lot* about each other. So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away.

Then post this in your LJ and find out what people don't know about you.

Current Mood: contemplative

Snake was running late, very late. Between the trip out to the new house with Xena and talking to Rayanne he was all but late to his own reception. He was still wishing he could've stayed out at the house.

The Firebird was a beautiful restaurant on the 30th floor overlooking the city. It was the first place he had taken Xena and the owner Antonio was a good friend. Waiting in the elevator Snake was impatient trying to imagine how Iris had decorated the place. He hadn't had time to stop by and see it yet.

He got off the elevator and immediately ran into Antonio who was full of all the happy Italian greetings brought on by thier cultural view of weddings and just a bit of wine. Smiling Snake greeted his friend before heading off to find Xena. He wanted to get this dance over with so he could have a drink.

( OOC: )

Current Mood: anxious
Current Location: The Firebird

**Eyes the mun who's rolling on the floor laughing to death*** Guess she finds this funny.

( I agree but why's it so fucking funny? )

Current Mood: bored

Bunch of people been asking me what it's like to fly. Still don't think you can explain it without feeling it. Taylor's right though, rarely am I as happy as when I am surrounded by the sky.

Baby, I really need to take you up flying sometime. ~~Even if I need to steal a glider~~.

( There is nothing like the sky )

Current Mood: excited
Current Location: Not in a glider and it fucking sucks
Current Music: "Fly like an Eagle" - The Steve Miller Band

( 69 must be my lucky number )

Current Mood: apathetic

"Bell bottom blues, you made me cry.
I don’t want to lose this feeling.
And if I could choose a place to die
It would be in your arms.

Do you want to see me crawl across the floor to you?
Do you want to hear me beg you to take me back?
I’d gladly do it because
I don’t want to fade away.
Give me one more day, please.
I don’t want to fade away.
In your heart I want to stay.

It’s all wrong, but it’s all right.
The way that you treat me baby.
Once I was strong but I lost the fight.
You won’t find a better loser."

Snake left Macara’s more depressed then when he had arrived. Everything seemed to be for shit since they returned from Greece. He was doing everything he could to make things right. He fought and died on the streets just to keep her happy. Some nights he spent all night out on the streets and came back with nothing. Some nights he would have to run and not stop because if he did they’d shoot him. Most nights he had to kill people and deal drugs when he couldn’t find a heist worth taking. He drank to deal with the stress of all the bullshit she didn’t want to discuss and when that stopped working he’d went back to the coke. She never talked to him about the things he needed and when he went to friends she got even angrier then when he disappeared. Snake couldn’t understand it.

On top of it all was the “friend” issue. The words kept ringing in his head “This is my friend Snake.” Over and over again he heard them until he wanted to shoot himself to make them stop. He tried to explain it but she just kept missing the point. He was a friend but that wasn’t the end. He was her lover, her fiancé, hell; he was going to be her husband. He sighed as he walked down the street on his way to his bike and home. Was he really only a friend? He couldn’t shake that feeling. Girls had said that before. More or less it translated to “You’re a good fuck and take care of me but I’d rather not be with you.” He was terrified of those words and they hurt worse then bullet to the chest. Why did she want to hide that they were together. Sure he understood the superstition about the engagement but that didn’t mean she couldn’t say they were a couple... boyfriend/girlfriend, lovers anything. He felt inadequate constantly. He felt like there was something more he could do but he always came up empty handed. He stayed with her when she wanted, he fought and died to protect her, he bought her everything she wanted, he’d asked her to be his wife, become faithful and tried to kick the drugs. What more did she want? He had nothing more to give. He’d given her his heart, his soul even his life once and still she wanted something more.

He’d crawl for her if she asked him to, he had crawled for her. He'd cried for her and still he didn’t feel good enough for her. He always felt like a worthless vagabond even with all he’d done. He was a much better man then when they had met but she seemed to think he was worse. What more could she want?

That’s when Snake heard the ominously formal voice. It would be another night trying to escape and another morning of apologizing for running for his life.

In response to this post. Lyrics "Bell Bottom Blues" - Eric Clapton

Current Mood: crushed
Current Location: Coney Island, New York
Current Music: "Everything I do (I do it for you)" - Bryan Adams

1. Your Name:
2. Are we friends?
3. Do you have a crush/attracted to me?
4. Would you kiss me?
5. ...with tongue?
6. Would you enjoy it?
7. Would you ever ask me out or go out with me if I ask you out?
8. Would you make a move on me in a movie theater?
9. Tell me one odd/interesting fact about you:
10. Would you take care of me when I'm sick?
11. Do you want to tell me something that you couldn't before?
12. If you heard a rumor about me, would you defend me?
13. Do you think I'm a good person?
14. Would you let me sleep with you (in the same bed)?
15. Do you think I'm hot?
16. Would you call me just because?
17. Would you ever listen to my problems even if they don't involve you?
18. If you could change anything about me, would you?
19. Would you have sex with me?
20. Would you come over for no reason just to hang out?
21. What do you like most about me (looks and/or personality)?
22. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?

Current Mood: bored
Current Music: "Crossroads" - Cream

( New toy. )
And they can be made to vibrate.

Current Mood: horny

( What the FUCK?! )

Current Mood: confused

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Entries tagged with macaria

March 3rd Party.

TM Prompt: Party

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[Locked up so tight from Macaria that the FBI couldn't crack it]

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From Macaria

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Random Questions from everywhere

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The Wedding Reception. (finally)

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There's a Hole in My Heart That Can Only Be Filled By You.

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