The one with grinning imp

The vodka and fondue made the imp's mind hop with scabrous thoughts. It was the party of the 'spirits', and they  came together for the All-Hallows-evening. The imp looked around and was wondering any of the spirits waddling around where reading his mind. A horny imp was a taboo, specially with the holy tag given to the party. He ate a morsel of meat, dipping it in the fondue. He looked into his mind and saw that it was a mush. He felt his whole body was mushed. He didn't find himself fond of what the vodka made his mind look like. He tried to remember which of the spirits told him about vodka; vodka that will make him behave less mischievous for the evening. The imp knew he need an Orthopedic for the joints and spine of his body and mind. He looked around. Saw the ONE he was looking for at the far end of the table. The ONE who could cure all. But to add a grin to the imp's face, the ONE looked lost as ever sipping from the drum of fondant. 
And the grin was there forever.