"Kinda why I gave up and largely dress like a hobo." He laughed, not at all bothered with poking fun at his sense of style, or lack of, as Mayhem so often pointed out. Then again, he preferred to be comfortable and it was often easier to have clothes that could be easily shed.<br/><br/>When he got everyone with that question, Murder grinned before popping another nacho into his mouth. Honestly, he was enjoying himself, even if it was a bit weird to be out with a group of people. Hell, it was weird that he'd been grabbed for the friggin'<i>Avengers</i>, despite the threats of imprisonment. He wasn't sure what to think about that one, still. Perhaps he'd find out more, tomorrow, at training. Of course, that made him wonder how many of them would show up with hangovers. "Fine. Next time you wear a skirt, I'll wear a kilt to make it even. Sound good?" Glancing over at Bella, he laughed and grinned. "So, shockingly, I haven't done that."<br/><br/>Murder looked over at Mayhem to see the other man's reaction, casually taking the chicken strip from him when it was offered. Despite how long he'd known the man next to him, he didn't know everything, so, it was a bit of a surprise to find out that he<i>also</i>hadn't done a threesome. Interesting news, there. Seemed that Callista had, though. No surprise, given her age. He supposed immortality had a way of making someone bored. "Isn't like the bosses are around and I sure as fuck don't care."<br/><br/>At this point, Mayhem got called up and Murder released the leash, already knowing what was coming up. The guy could be completely extra on the best of days, and when he performed, he cranked it up to 15. So, he just settled back and ate his food to give himself a further chance to recover from the alcohol. Then he snorted loudly at the looks that Mayhem was throwing his way and had a decent idea of what might be happening when they all dragged back to the compound.<br/><br/>"Have not done strip poker. I'm not big on gambling, honestly. Did enough of that with my life so…Yeah. I tend to avoid gambling where I can." Murder made a slight face, but immediately laughed when Callista seemed to be on the losing end of the questions. "So, are you going to call it quits, Callista? I think you've basically taken a shot for every question that's gotten asked, tonight."<br/><br/>The problem with Murder, sometimes, was that he had a protective and possessive streak a mile wide. He tended to keep it tamped down, most of the time, due to limiting his interpersonal relationships. Rather than saying anything towards Callista's statement, he casually released Mayhem's hand and flopped his arm over the other man's shoulders. Actions tended to speak louder than words.<br/><br/>"Never have I ever gotten so piss ass drunk that I threw up." A valid question, considering what was going on now.