Pestilence chuckled as Pollution dragged Famine onto the dance floor. Wasn't Famine's style, but young love had a way of making a being do unlikely things. Pesti understood that. He wandered over to the jukebox, resting a hand lovingly over the buttons. A smell of burning wires filled the air as files corrupted, making playlists of destruction (da da dun!~). Pestilence had a few of his own favorite songs to include at deafening levels. After the song ended, another one began on its tail so that Famine and Pollution wouldn't have time to stop dancing.
"Come on get down with the sickness." Pestilence sang as he wandered back behind the bar. He prepped a drink for War. "Hey, Red, looks like you've been having fun. Celery?" He pushed a Bloody Mary towards her.
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Date: 2006-01-01 07:55 am (UTC)"Come on get down with the sickness." Pestilence sang as he wandered back behind the bar. He prepped a drink for War. "Hey, Red, looks like you've been having fun. Celery?" He pushed a Bloody Mary towards her.