Viktor adjusted some of the string on one of his firebombs just below his belt buckle so that it stayed on better. He was happy how the costume turned out even if he still felt a fucking idiot.

"Maybe it's because everyone knows you can drink shitloads and still remain standing. The drinks are potions or something. This is all Zack's idea and I think he's done a really nice job."

The punk was pleased his drummer had the imagination to think up this kind of thing on Halloween. Maybe it was all those comics he read.

"How about a drinking contest, mate? Me and you? Maybe some of the others if they want in. I can't see Joe saying no either. He drinks like a fucking fish too."