☆Wicked Literally Talks To Herself☆

[Jas]

Haha Jas misses people who used to exist.

Man it must suck developing connections to other human beings.

So have you.

But you'll never admit it.

[Papa Jupiter]

True.

More importantly I have the thirst now.

[Tuxedo-T-Shirt]

Nice.

nice.

Nice, and neat if you didn't notice.

Because ice is for bitches.

[Jas]

I'm a bitch.

[Jas]

By which I mean I enjoy the way the flavor changes as the ice melts.

[Papa Jupiter]

Bloomed or not bloomed, I'm not picky.

[Jas]

I've got a bottle next to the couch.

It's nice not having to worry about tiny inquisitive hands.

[Papa Jupiter]

Too bad my insides are still fucked six ways to Sunday and I can't have any.

[Papa Jupiter]

My hands aren't that tiny. I just have slender fingers.

[Jas]

I picture you as the Crypt Keeper from Tales from the Crypt.

[Tuxedo-T-Shirt]

I like a spritz of water, and maybe three stones.

I don't worry too much about little hands. Can you imagine a four-year old tasting The Macallan? Or even a ten-year old. Ha! That'd teach 'em.

[Jas]

Macallen's pretty good.

My bottle at home is the Glenlivet. Because it's decent and cheap.

[Tuxedo-T-Shirt]

And who doesn't like their scotch like they like their women?

... is that sexist? Am i going to get yelled at?

[MrMurphseeksLAM]

I keep ending up with Johnnie Walkers. Though I've never managed to collect the full set of Power Rangers coloured labels.

[Tuxedo-T-Shirt]

Johnny Black isn't bad. I've yet to taste Blue. Red is not worth the glass it's held in.