In an evening...

In an evening we discussed:

- Being camp. [ "You're a bit camp!" --ohnoes yes she did say that! ]
- Losing manpoints. [ "You lose manpoints for being camp!" ]
- Bumming. [ "You'll have to stop bumming him." ]
- Bumming someone dead / gay necrophilia. [ "I wouldn't do it if he weren't dead!" ]
- Anal rape in sleep. [ "I did it last night. It's not as airtight as you think it is." "...oh, that's the blood seeping from my anus." ]
- Anal rape in death. [ A whole conversation on the subject. ]
- A sword coming through the floor, through one's rear, and killing through the head. [ "My last thought would be... 'oh, this does feel good, I should tell Lora--' *death sounds*" ]
- A number of things going up the rear. [ Fist, fire extinguisher, fire truck, dead hooker, etc. ]
- The use of someone who has been anally abused by a fire extinguisher as a fire fighter.
- Involvement of dead hookers and their variety, especially the high-class "gang-banged by pigeons" top class variety. Or the "gang-banged by zombie pigeons" type which is slightly less tasteful.
- Attaching someone by the rear to a fire hydrant and observing the effects.
- Bottle cap popping.
- Getting high off Kiwi's saliva.
- Reaching the "Kiwi" level through drunkenness.
- Juliette's drunkenness.

Aaaand a number of other things that, given it's 1.40 a.m. and I'm knackered, I can't recall.

Chalk

Once upon a time...

Kiwi: [Puts pool chalk on her nose.] "I brown-nosed a smurf."
[Juliette and Sarah end up with chalk on their faces, and Kiwi has more added to her own look.]

Eventually...

[Matt and John refuse the blue treatment.]
[There is a battle of epic proportions.]
Kiwi: [Stands on coffee table.] "Hey. I'm about as tall as a regular person."
John: [Stands up to compare.] "Let's see..."
Kiwi: [Shakes head and smirks.] "No, closer." [Grabs his face, brings it in like she'd kiss him, and rubs her nose on his cheek.] "Win!" [Pounces off table and prances about.]

Slightly later...

Matt: "You were supposed to be on our side! Our ally!"
Kiwi: [Watches Lora approach.] [Distracts.]
Lora: [Goes through the hole in the wall and rubs chalk on Matt's face.]
Matt: [Distress, disappointment and laughter.]

Kiwi: "I'm chaotic good! No one can tell what I'm going to do!"
John: [Laughs.] "I actually get that!"


Days later...

[All the bar-sixthers return to the corridor.]
Kiwi: [Peeks out and greets them. They are strange.] "What's wrong with all of you?"
Matt: "We just want Kiwi hugs!"
Kiwi [Squeaks.] "Egads!" [Runs into her room and hides in the closet.]
[Everyone comes in.]
"Where is she?"
"Where'd she go?"
"Huh?"
"...blubberblubberdrunkenblabble."
Matt: [Opens the closet door.]
[There is much laughter.]

Which leads back from the tangent to...

[Everyone has blue all over his/her face, including Matt.]

Kiwi: "I can't believe I started the trend."

Pedophiles

Juliette: "I may be drunk--" [long pause to correct herself] "--but I'm not a pedophile!"

Incidentally:

Juliette: [Hiccups.] "How do you cure the hiccups?"
Kiwi: "Hold your breath and say the alphabet three times."
Juliette: [Clamps mouth shut.] [Attempts to say the alphabet but it comes out "mm" "mm" "mm."]
Kiwi: [Snickers.] She actually tried it!