It's a crime against humanity I tell you, a terrible crime! That this man was deprived from experiencing the thrill of a roller coaster. This is something that simply can't continue. Now, I cannot just take him to any theme park. Oh no. No, the King of the West deserves to go somewhere that is top of the line, the crème de le crème, the best of the god damn fucking best! Sadly, it's probably close and now a ride. here near us. And we're drunk. Oh yes indeed, we are not sober enough to enjoy those roller coasters. Besides, I for one have no desire to be thrown up on or go through the process of throwing up myself. We can always go another time and another day. I doubt very seriously any of us are going to die any time soon. Pretty sure if Death came knocking on my door I'd tell him to shove off for a moment, because this is probably the most important thing I will ever do in my entire life: introducing roller coasters to Tetradore. It's my mission and I'll be damned if I never get the chance to fulfill it. That he seemed to like the idea of going to a theme park was awesome!

I'll let you in on a little secret. Now, I'm not a fool when it comes to games. I love games. Games are fun! Now this little innocent drinking game isn't all that innocent. This is a discreet way of learning about anyone that's playing the game. You ask a question and then you drink. Alcohol also encourages the individual to be reckless or at least not so very cautious. My Daddy always taught me that when you are with a stranger it's best to find out a few things about them, to make sure they were okay to be around with. My Father may be dead, but the lessons he taught me are not. I purposefully chose the question on whether or not he broke a bone, because well, I figured it happened. The man owns a Were-Creature fighting ring, and I'm pretty damn sure that he has to play around in the ring every once in a while. Which means accidents can happen. Although really these are snowballs, I have yet to throw a curve ball. Although when he presses his fingers underneath his jaw, I lean in and gently touch it too, as if I was inspecting the healed break. If he did indeed get his jaw broken, that truly does suck. Not being able to eat for a while or even talk. Seeing that look of surprise I quickly take my hand off it as he explains what happened. Vampires? I know Vampires are strong, but I always though supernatural had advantages and disadvantages against the different species. If Vampires were immensely strong then shouldn't Weres be strong enough to deal with it? I guess not. Frowning some I shake my head in agreement.

"That doesn't sound like a good idea. You know, I have yet to hear anything good about Vampires. No one I've met, has ever said anything nice about them. They aren't all bad, right?"

He doesn't need to tell me the entire story. I get it, because I don't really want to tell anyone everything that happened to me too. We have a game going on. Telling me he never went to school was probably sadder than never going on a roller coaster. Everyone went to school, right? I mean most laws in this country stated that every child had to go to school, or do some sort of schooling. Of course, my schooling wasn't going to a normal classroom. Nope, I had special circumstances. I was that weird kid that got home schooled, only instead of my parents being afraid that I would be taught evolution in Science, or terrified that the school system would brainwash me...my parents were Diplomats...and I had to be safe at all times. Though when I question him if college counts I automatically take the glass and pour the amber liquid into my cup. Clearly it counted and therefore I must drink. Easily I shot back on whether or not he gambled, which again, was an answer I already knew. I mean come on, I saw the boards, with all the betting on each fighter. Hey, if he was going to make me drink then I needed him to stay caught up with me. Although I can barely keep my own train of thought or even know what questions to come up with. That he never went to the grocery store made me shake my head in disappointment.

"Seriously? That poor girl that does all the cooking...you never go with her? You never offer to help carry the items in or push a cart to help fill up this huge kitchen?! Going to the grocery store is not as fun as a theme park and riding roller coasters, but you sometimes get samples of free food! And I promise, you won't break a bone."

That poor girl that does the cooking. Going to the grocery store and buying all the food! I mean I shop and feed for myself, and I for one, would enjoy a bit of company! It's a damn shame really. Really he ought to help her. Jerk. I'm hoping if there was one thing he remembers from this, is that he should go with that girl to the grocery store. Sighing softly I lean my head against the cabinet mulling over my questions. It was time to dig slightly deeper. I think I have him relaxed enough to attempt this. With a serious look on my face I turn my head to the side, keeping my eyes locked on his own, gently starting the question.

"Never have I ever...ever...ki-"

There was a sharp ring going off on the microwave. The timer was up. We could put the icing on the cake! Such thoughts on the question I originally had were gone and replaced only with the very idea that we needed to return to the task at hand â€" that delicious chocolate cake. With a wide grin I proclaim happily...

"Oh, that's the bell! We can go and ice the cake, come on."

For a moment I remain still as I tilt my head down to see the ground. Now then I won't lie, I do feel a bit woozy. Thank you for that Mister Tetty's mysterious rich friend buying him a really good whiskey...like seriously man, good job. Closing one eye I try to make my vision steady. Grabbing the countertop I mentally count to three and jump down to the floor. Grinning at my accomplishment for not falling on my ass, I grab my glass and throw drink the entire contents in one swallow. Walking over the counter, I pull the drawers and eventually find what I need, two frosting spatulas. Heading back over to the cake and icing I hand the frosting spatula over to Tetradore, and grab my own, and get a glob of it on the metal and then slap it onto the chocolate cake. With a small smile I happily explain what we are to do, and show how with my own spatula.

"Okay so...you take icing and I take icing and we smother it all on this...and then we can eat it."

Calliel Alosi

Now I'm Unbreakable, It's Unmistakable