[b]Snazzy The Reaper[/b]

After winning the respect and mad approval of the Royal Highness of the Lake for his cocktail, Snazzy smirked and felt a weird rush of satisfaction rushing through his bones. He had finally achieved something of worth this year and it isn't related to longest [i]parks and recreation[/i] binge watching.

Snazzy took the purple box, it was heavy but it had his name on it. His eye sockets grew in radius and drool came out leaking from his hollow jaws. "I hope this isn't panties and rocks." He tore the box open to find a golden armor, on it engraved a bottle of vodka and the words "BEST COCKTAIL MAKER IN THE UNIVERSE". 

Snazzy cried then teleported back to his shitty apartment in New Jersey, hung the armor above the TV, Parks and Recreation was on but he never cared. He teleported back to the bar only to see an angel talking to the Vampire Queen, at which sight Snazzy went berserk. 

"WHAT THE FUCK STOP TALKING TO EVERYBODY OH MY GOD YOU SLUT. drinks anyone?"