<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ffff00">Jumping in one spot he squealed like a cute little spring pig. “Rum rum rum!!!”, by Goodman's reaction it must have been the 'fucking shit' as the man put it. He wasn't oppose to people getting drunk in his home, that is what parties were for right? Taking a shot glass into his hand he walked to the large barrel and gave it a small pat. “Let daddy see how good you are.” Speaking to the barrel of course as he filled the small glass and brought it up to his nose smelling it. “Hmm.” With a soft moan and a lick to his smooth lips before hand he downed the small shot glass letting the smooth sensation burn down his throat as sang a little singy songy joking to Marlin. “This better not burn my vocal cords darling.” Teasing always of course.<br/>
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“I remember, I remember.” Freddie said looking to Alex as he held his empty shot glass his throat still warm from the sweet rum. “I am grateful that your not joining him and joining me here instead. I would have been very bummed out if you decided to spend the evening in jail and not with me. You know how angry I get when I don't get my way.” He was know for his little outbursts, he could not help it. He was pure diva after all.<br/>
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Letting his guests drink and get acquainted with each other he headed to the jukebox setting up the play list for the evening. Having picked out all his favorite songs and NOT all Queen songs, no that would have been a little over kill even for him. "Make sure your eating! Your going to need to soak up all that rum with something loves." The pointed to the large table as he finally got the music going. There was a small cup of quarters on the top if anyone wanted to disturb the playlist and play another selection. </span>