I was saving this as a surprise...

[x-pete.livejournal.com]

But since there's a few of you talking about your next clubbing trip now, I'll spoil your fun sooner rather than later.

When we got the minibus, it was made clear that if any daft sod abused of the freedom from staff supervision that you get on these clubbing trips, there would be consequences.

So naturally, several daft sods did - despite the fact that the club knew you were all underage, you found ways to drink anyway. You were, at least, smart enough to avoid falling over or throwing up in the minibus or generally behaving like complete bleeding idiots, so the consequences are not going to be as dire as they might have been. But the next trip clubbing in the bus is going to have a very restricted list of venue choices. There are a number of places in the area that don't serve booze at all, and it will be to one of them that you shall go - I'll stick the list of approved venues up on the noticeboards in a week or so, when I've had time to sort it out.

This isn't very fair to those of you who were goody-two shoeses all night, but I have never pretended to be a fair man. And in any case, I invite you to think on this: I gave up a Saturday evening when I could have been out having fun myself for the lot of you. I did not dish out any bollockings on the spot, because you were all having a good time, and I wasn't going to spoil your night. But I got me ear bent by every telepath in the place when I got back, because apparently you little lot of drunken reprobates were broadcasting when we got back, and it turns out that most telepaths find drunken teenagers even more dull than the the rest of us do, something I hadn't thought possible before now. It really wasn't terribly fair that that should happen to me, either, and unfortunately for you lot, I am in a position to ensure that when my life becomes unfair, so does yours.

Comments

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

*la la la*

[x-cyclops.livejournal.com]

I think we need to get you a pair of horns all your own to wear, just as a warning to others who may not know how dangerous you are, Alison.

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

I saw some on sale at a Renfaire once. Made of wood, or clay, or something like that. My dad could whip up a pair in about five minutes, I bet. :)

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

OOoooOOoooh!

*wants*

[x-crowdofone.livejournal.com]

I'll give him a call. He'll probably want to talk to you about the exact specifications. :)

[x-dazzler.livejournal.com]

Whaaat? And not let them find out the hard way like everyone else has? ;)