Witchcraft, Frank Sinatra.

That and a dozen others, but this one's my favorite.

Simple, regular English blend.

I don't drink the 'forest fruit' or 'mango/grape' or 'strawberry/apple' types because they never taste anything like what their names suggest they should taste like, anyway.

Love, I keep around teddybears for years, constantly looking for the 'why' and preventing myself from actually moving forward. I'm the wrong person to ask.

Hold him down, I'll get the gasoline.

Ha. Now that's funny.

I'm kind of feeling like getting so drunk that it is almost irreversable, wake up in some stranger's bed and realize that everything that happened in the past few months was just a horrible nightmare.

~~Or YoU kNoW, tEaR sOmE fAcEs oFf Of SkUlLs.~~

I'm down for anything, as long as we're not celebrating in an Irish pub.

Oh- well, that's a relief. I was wondering where you'd gotten your information from, haha. And yes- that I do. One of those little buggers is quite enough; plus I don't think that my current state allows for much baby-stuff as it is. Being dead and all. Anyway- how have you been, dear?

Mine? Wine and cheese, probably tied with chocolate. Depends on what I feel like having, I suppose.

I don't know about /hers/, but the last thing she chewed on was a human tongue. Don't ask.

I am? Well. How about that.

:I

Lydia looks a little uncomfortable again- she really can't believe she's actually going to say this.

"Look- for what it's worth... your parties weren't half bad. There. I said it. They were sort of fun, and they may not fix everything or anything, but still."

It's not being 'possessed', per se- it's more a 'two sides of the same coin' thing. Like- I'm still not entirely sure how it works, but I think that /thing/, whatever it is, shows up when I'm angry. I think she's an exaggeration of my anger- I don't know. All I do know is that she shows up when I'm mad enough to want to kill someone. I'd never do that- she does.

She caught me off guard when I met the person who killed someone I loved very much- that time, it was very "gradual", I suppose- like falling asleep. The second time, she took over when I met the person who killed /me/. That was a lot more sudden- it wasn't pretty. I'm aware of everything she does while she's in control, but I can't stop it- she's much stronger than I am.

I usually get back control when she's either taken out her anger on something- I can't really do much about it other than wait it out. I /am/ getting a little better at feeling it coming up though- I'm trying very hard not to lose my temper anymore, but as you can imagine, it's difficult in a place like this.

"Is this conversation ever going to get at least somewhere close to the point?"

"Ah. Well, you just keep telling yourself that."

"I'm sorry, what will be happening? Don't bother with any creep-Halloween fests or whatever. I've got enough hell and damnation to last me a while as it is."

"This coming from an anon, who are more often than not the prime source of bickering. I suppose you're the polite one, then. The exception that proves the rule, so to speak."

"I suppose so- personally I think I just call them like I see them. If people have a problem with me, I expect them to tell me, because I'll do the same to them. Needless to say, I don't get along with a lot of people- unlike you."

She squints a little.

"You seem to have this /magical/ way of making people like you- even now, after everyone figured out what you are. You just throw a party and everybody is on your good side. Funny how that works."

...

"And don't call me 'Lyds'."

"Ugh, no. >:C
And hang on- 'Form a club for people who like to bicker'... Isn't that just called 'Formspring', anyway?"

I am keeping up with my Formspring, but I hardly consider myself one of your 'bros', thank you very much.

She's a tad uncomfortable at Stylo's response- not really knowing if she's supposed to hate him or pity him. After all- she knows very well what it's like to not be the one in control.

"Oh God- you're not going to actually /cry/, are you? You're supposed to be the antagonist, damn you."

As Stylo regains his cool, Lydia feels a little more at ease again. It's very easy now to forget about pitying him and go back into her initial sarcasm-mode.

"Yes, I should. Because everyone knows we just get along /fantastically/."