I was going to drink something but then it wasn't something again but this time it was MARSHMALLOW VODKA.

It is my new favoritest thing ever and you should try it because it is marshmallow and marshmallows are made of happiness and magical sugar fluff and is one of life's greatest joys like a good musical number or a fancy hat or money or mother's unobtainable love or a stack of pancakes or-- I lost track of what I was saying and now I want pancakes but marshmallow.

Who: Dirk and whoever
What: Dirk being a dodgy avoidant ninja fucker I guess
When: Lateish night of the 27th, like midnight
Where: Dorms, and then, the dark, cold, streets
Warnings: Talk about loss, death and emotional pain.

[it was a starry and clement night when one dodgy ninja fucker Dirk Strider carefully slipped out the door of his shared room with Roxy and began padding silently down the hallway towards the buildings exit.

Surely no-one will disturb this young man sneaking off in the middle of the night.]

If anyone finds those tricky bars of gold the banks says they can't cash-

I'll pay you well for them.

Well now, I DO like me some pina coladas. Not so much the getting caught in the rain part, though. Not that there's been any rain, oh no, it's been pretty nice out here.

Rocking the boat. getting a nice tan. rocking the boat some more.

yup.