wine tastes so bad. I’m convinced the whole world is in on an inside joke together trying to persuade me that wine tastes good to them. there’s no way any one can like the taste of it. it’s like bug spray. the whole frickin world pretends to like bug spray. I don’t understand why. stop the madness
wine is an acquired taste. if you don’t like it, acquire some taste
How Thresh got into the Support Support Group and him doing something humorous?
The Chain Warden stands in front of the Support Support Group with something resembling a smile on his face. The tortured ghost of a smile, perhaps. Honestly, it’s his best effort. The souls in his lantern want him to enslave everyone but he ignores them. He’s being so nice today.
"We have a new applicant today," Soraka says. Her voice is high and clear and it makes Thresh’s ears burn a little. He imagines her screaming but pushes the thought away. Best behavior, he tells himself. "Thresh, the Chain Warden, wishes to join our group."
"I vote against," says Janna without even thinking.
Thresh shrugs. He never liked her weather show, anyway.
"I vote against," says Leona. "The Support Support Group is a safe place. We can’t allow murderers."
Thresh laughs. “You let Morgana in.”
The Fallen Angel scoffs. She’s setting down cupcakes in front of everyone. “Don’t bring me into this,” she says. “I’m a part time member.”
"You voted against Annie," Soraka says, pinching her nose.
"I don’t have to vote," Morgana says. "You can’t force me to."
Thresh chuckles. The discord caused by his mere presence amuses him. He’ll have to tell Elise about it later. Alistar slams the ground so hard the table flies into the air, and if it isn’t for Janna’s intervention all the silverware would’ve shattered. Annie giggles and steals Leona’s cupcake in the commotion. A dozen people speak at once. They’re on the verge of tearing each other’s throats out.
"I’m sorry," Soraka whispers, "We’re usually more civilized. Voting is, ah…a troublesome time."
"I like them," Thresh says. It reminds him of a prison.
It’s Lulu who brings order to things. The Fae Sorceress bounds on top of Alistar’s head and conjures up the sound of horns blaring.
"Okay, everybody, you all need to shut up and listen, because I’m gonna settle this!"
Everyone does shut up, if only because they want to see how far Alistar will throw her. But Alistar knows who gives him the best treats. He knows better.
"It just so happens," says Lulu, putting on a toy pair of glasses covered in glitter and baubles, "that I am the Frapjudacious Sesquipidolian, so I have precisely eleventy million votes."
"That can’t be real," mutters Leona.
"Au contraire, Sunshine! Tell her, Sparklehorn!"
Soraka clears her throat. “I did award her that title, yes, but I said nothing about—”
"It’s right in the name," Lulu says, crossing her arms. "Right there in the name. I have eleventy million votes, and Nightlight is in!"
Soraka can’t help but smile. “Motion passed. You’ve used up all eleventy million votes, though.”
Thresh is still grinning in his own way. He takes a seat by Lulu, and when his turn comes to vent, he mentions how it felt when he found Leblanc hiding in a bush.