circle7 | holiday event

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holiday event

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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Sorry. It's hard to say if Evan even noticed or recognized Danny. It's entirely plausible, after all, that he simply mistook the guy for another ill-decorated, synthetic, tackily-tinseled tree. That being said, it's completely unintentional when he bumps into Danny's arm on the way towards the center of the room, though he does quickly turn around afterward, an apologetic look on his face. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-..."

A furrow of his brow. "...Say, aren't you...?"

That kid that Boss never talks about?

"HEY, watch it." Danny turned to frown at whoever ran into him, though since an apology came quicky enough, he figured he wouldn't let it dampen his excellent Christmas mood. Without really bothering to look at Evan's face, his eyes went straight for his attire, quickly judging Evan's holiday spirit. Evan looked pretty... normal. The scarf was red, but who knew if that was intentional or just a coincidence? Hmm.. Danny'd give it 2 points. (On a 10 point scale, with 10 being the highest, of course).

At Evan's question, he finally met eye contact and simply stated, "Danny. ... Sorry, I don't know you, though."

...Now that he got a good look, didn't this guy look kind of familiar? Why was it giving him weird unpleasant chills to look at him?

Thankfully more polite, Evan automatically extended a hand (his good one). He wasn't exactly spending the night making judgments about people's attire tonight, but Danny's did garner a second glance. It was certainly...unique. For now, however, he kept that thought to himself. "Evan Dominico. You're Boss' kid, aren't you?"

"Yeah.." Danny reached out to shake Evan's hand, though his glance was still focused on Evan's face. Hmm.. Evan Dominico... ..wait... Dominico?! He suddenly jerked his hand back like he'd been burned. His face contorted into a look of horror. "W-WAIT. YOU'RE VIANA'S BROTHER?!"

Hand still extended, hovering between them with a sad air of lonely rejection, Evan simply stared at the over-the-top reaction. He wasn't unaware of his sister's widespread reputation on the ship, and while it was much preferred to the other sorts of reputations a girl could accrue in a mostly male-dominated organization, Evan had really never come across someone who was quite so up-front about it until now. Usually, people had tact.

What a dreamer, that Evan.

"...Yes?"

"Kkkkhhhh--" Whatever noise came out of Danny's mouth made him sound like he was either being strangled or choking down vomit. He eyed Evan like a startled animal, waiting to see if Evan was going to do something, well, violent. But when Evan just stood there looking confused, Danny narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "...You're.. not going to hit me or something are you?"

Eventually, Evan withdrew, dropping the hand back into his pocket by matter of habit - he wasn't nervous (this boy was hardly as intimidating as his father, and Evan had long since grown a little weathered to the horrors of the universe). It just made it look more natural than keeping just his imperfect hand hidden from view. "Is there a reason for me to? Did you do something to Vi?"

"W-What? NO WAY!!" Danny protested. He'd never done anything wrong to her! If he had, at least he'd understood why she was... well, such a bitch. "But every time I see her she finds a new reason to beat the shit out of me.. Hell, she doesn't even have a reason most of the time!"

To his credit, Evan didn't exactly try to protest either. Rather, he gave a sort of half-agreeable, half-non-committal noise, scratching his chin with a distracted look. He didn't even make excuses for her. After all, out of everyone else in Circle Seven, it was probably he who knew her the best. He understood exactly what kind of person she was, and in a way, a bit about what kind of person Danny was either, judging from his protests. "Ah," he said, "Well. That's unfortunate."

He was eying Danny in a way that was not antagonistic, but clearly thoughtful. "You're the Boss' son, right?"

"Tch.." Danny's eye twitched a little at Evan's response, though in a way he was at least glad that Evan didn't try to say something like 'Viana wouldn't do something like that!'. It seemed that even her own brother realized she was batshit crazy. He began to ease up a little, seeing that Evan was clearly more passive than his worse half, and frowned slightly towards Evan's question.

"I just said I am, didn't I?"

He had but...really? Evan looked bewildered. Appearance-wise, he supposed that one could make the argument, even if Garamond and his son didn't exactly look like carbon copies of each other. In terms of charisma and personality though...well, it could be said that the apple certainly fell a few good light years away from the tree.
"Just making sure," he answered, appeasing, waving away the subject with one hand.

Maybe it came from the mother's side.

"Either way, your, ah, your...umm." He gestured vaguely to Danny's...well, everything. "Is very festive."

"Right? Thanks." Danny gave a self-satisfied smirk and a nod, placing a hand on his hip. With his other, he pointed towards Evan's outfit. "You're pretty lacking though. Where's your holiday spirit? It's fucking Christmas!"

He didn't need to look at himself to know what Danny was referring to, or rather, what Danny wasn't referring to, considering his personal lack of an intricately embroidered Christmas tree on his uniform. Let's see...the easiest way to handle this situation would be...

"I'm on the clock."

"Man, whatever!" Danny didn't seem to think this was a good enough excuse. "No one would give you shit for dressing up for Christmas."

He was certainly getting some for not dressing up though.

Danny peered cautiously over his shoulders, and as an afterthought added in a slightly quieter tone, "...Is Viana here?"

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She wasn't, or at least, he hadn't seen her there yet, considering parties like this had never really been on the top of her priorities.

"Somewhere around here," he answered, gesturing to the hall.

A chill went up Danny's spine. Suddenly he felt like he was wading around in shark infested waters. Hopefully she wouldn't find him. Even better if she would avoid him. He didn't want his totally awesome Christmas attire getting all dirty. He glanced back at Evan, "Y'know, you're nothing like her at all."

While Danny was frantically looking about, Evan hid a smile behind the top edge of his bandanna. He didn't have to ask to know exactly what the boy was thinking in that moment.

"Really? Is that a good or bad thing?" In retrospect, that was a bit of an unfair question - a lose-lose situation, either way, but really, Danny seemed to give off the same kind of aura that Bentley did. Evan almost couldn't help but pull his leg like that.

"Definitely a good thing," Danny responded without hesitation. Apparently he didn't think that there could be a losing option in this case. "You're nowhere near as crazy as she is."

Or so he thought.

Now, Evan wasn't anything like Calibri either, but there was something sharp and edged about his close-eyed smile. "Are you calling my sister crazy?"

"Dude, absolutely." Okay well maybe that wasn't the best thing to tell someone's brother. He didn't even know if Evan was younger or older than she was.. Oops. "I mean.. you know.. a little.."

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"Ah, that's too bad," Evan said, not regretfully at all, "Viana will be sad to hear that."

"W-What?!" Danny's face paled. "D-DON'T TELL HER THAT! SHE'LL KILL ME FOR REAL!"

"Are you telling me that you thought I was the kind of person that gossiped behind my own sister's back?" A look of mock offense.

"It's not gossip! It's honesty!" As far as Danny was concerned, Viana's craziness was as factual a notion as the idea that people needed to breathe in order to live.

"I don't think she'd appreciate that any more just because it's honest," Evan said, honestly, of course, while tapping his chin.

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