It was still strange to Joel to think he'd been here long enough to have attended TWO of these, now.
He was chaperoning, again, and being a surly wallflower, again. But this year... this year it was his turn to do something that was apparently an annual tradition.
Punch Spiking.
Falcon (Where the hell was that guy tonight, anyway?) had used some of The Good Stuff last year. Joel was not so generous. You all get six dollar plastic bottle 'scotch' in your tooty-fruity punch kids and you will like it.
Of course, this only went into ONE bowl and he stood there as punch monitor over it so that if anyone who was way too young to be drinking went for that one, he could safely steer them towards the unspiked version, because although he was a terrible person, he didn't want to make little kids ill with alcohol poisoning.
Punch spiking and general shenanagins.
He was chaperoning, again, and being a surly wallflower, again. But this year... this year it was his turn to do something that was apparently an annual tradition.
Punch Spiking.
Falcon (Where the hell was that guy tonight, anyway?) had used some of The Good Stuff last year. Joel was not so generous. You all get six dollar plastic bottle 'scotch' in your tooty-fruity punch kids and you will like it.
Of course, this only went into ONE bowl and he stood there as punch monitor over it so that if anyone who was way too young to be drinking went for that one, he could safely steer them towards the unspiked version, because although he was a terrible person, he didn't want to make little kids ill with alcohol poisoning.