holiday event

[fightfair.livejournal.com]

Bah RUMPAH Pum Pum

It's the end of the year, and Fagsona's throwing a grand, gay ol' holiday party! And boy, are they overdoing it. There's mistletoe everywhere, the spontaneous urge to break into carols, spiked eggnog, presents for everyone under a huge tree, and even someone in the corner over there dressed up like Santa, ready (even if unwilling) for anyone to come sit on their lap and spill out their deepest heart's desires! (Poor bugger, whoever that muse is.)

And believe me, with all that decoration and alcohol, you're definitely gonna spill.

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[byhonor.livejournal.com]

[They didn't have this particular kind of celebration in Terca Lumieres, and Flynn finds himself positively baffled by all the customs he doesn't know. For example, what is this curious white berry hanging from the doorway? He nudges it with the tip of his sheathed sword.

A bidding of luck for the entering and leaving, perhaps?

[proflayton.livejournal.com]

Not quite, dear boy.

That there is mistletoe. Couples caught beneath it's leaves are expected to kiss.

[byhonor.livejournal.com]

[Caught unexpected by the explanation, Flynn flushes right up to the bottom tips of his ears.]

K-kiss?

[proflayton.livejournal.com]

O-oh my. There's no reason to blush, I assure you.

I believe you've got the wrong idea. Traditionally such exchanges are between a man and a lady.

[byhonor.livejournal.com]

[Waving his hands.]

No, I understand, it's just...well, that's still somewhat improper, isn't it?!

[proflayton.livejournal.com]

It's purely innocent fun, I'm sure.

Perhaps you should be wary of where you step this time of year if you wish to avoid a compromising situation.

[byhonor.livejournal.com]

Oh, yes, of course! Right away.

[And right away, he half-stumbles out of the shadow of the doorway. Goodness gracious, if Lady Estellise or even worse, Sodia happened to walk by just that second!]

Thank you, sir, for your assistance. I am much obliged.