post for diiioooooo

[14:52] *[user]Yutani Pivrun[/user] [sub]tips the cocktail mixer-- straight over, upside-down, such that the entire parcel of slurry drains straight down into his throat. It tastes sweet, syrupy-sweet-- oh, god, that's the tequila-- yhuhuhhghghhh, it's like being orally violated by a slime, except with sticky-sugary notes of soda to compliment the taste of terrible candy. More importantly, however, it hits like a fucking [b]TRUCK[/b], like a shovel just cracked his forehead open and dug out some of his gray matter; it's genuinely difficult to see straight, and the world around Ringlet begins to swirl into a mix of colors, cackling, and the faint rumbling of [b]beats[/b], in the distance, as the electro-witch compiles a laptop and a small sound system, solely dedicated to blasting clownshit (i.e. the Riddle Box and the Great Milenko) at an obnoxious volume, to compliment the assault being made against Dio's sanity.[/sub]
[14:56] *[user]Via Dolorosa[/user] [sub]Does, and nobody can deny that fact, swallow like a fuckin' champ. He [b]had[/b] to chug that.... shit. Even if it assaults his body and senses like a road roller - he has to drink it. All of it. And he does. Miraculously. "HURG-" Oh boy, he's going to- Oh, he doesn't. Phew. Almost had her there, haha. [b]Oh god,[/b] his mental state is deteriorating. And now music's playing, along the world's spinning. Oooh, the world revolving~... [b]Someone kill him.[/b][/sub]