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?

Not the one you're used to.

[implausibility.livejournal.com]

[Bah humbug.

Adachi tucks himself into the shadow of a pillar. Jeez, what was with the over-the-top decorations? Even the Inaba precinct, with its tacky, backwards, country-bumpkin sense of taste didn't pull stunts like this. He leans back and gives a huff of annoyance when he has to brush tinsel out of his hair.]

Could've afforded to give us a bit more of a year-end bonus instead of wasting it all on this crap.

[proflayton.livejournal.com]

Not quite, dear boy.

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

[inabapd.livejournal.com]

Ugh.

I'll stick to beer. Thanks.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Who is that disgruntled looking Santa in the corner? Why, it's none other than everyone's favorite country detective, Ryotaro Dojima.

Don't pay any attention to that beer in his hand. He needs it.]

How the hell did I... hic- shuddenly become Santa, anywho?

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Don't complain, Dojima. At least you're not the one in the reindeer costume, nose and all. Adachi is currently trying to pull the offending red ball off his face, but it has to be glued on or something, because it's definitely not budging an inch. After a few gentle pulls, he gives it a yank, with similarly less-than-impressive results. The rebound makes him stumble into the side of Santa's snowy chair (cotton glued onto wood), and soon enough, Dojima may find a perky reindeer tail jabbing into his arm.]

Whoa! Ow!

[byhonor.livejournal.com]

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

K-kiss?

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

Whoa! Hey, watch it, pal-

[After barely catching himself on a nearby table and preventing the chair from toppling over, Dojima quickly recognizes that ass clumsy posture, messy hair and whiny voice.]

...Adachi? That you?

1/2

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[At first, just this face. Maybe he's had a few eggnogs himself, or maybe that costume just really fits you, Dojima.]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Then slowly, Adachi reaches out with a hoof and...lifts up that fluffy white beard. Okay. Confirmed.]

Dojima-san?! What are you doing in...

[A good look-over. Wow, he's even got stuffing around his belly.]

...That getup?

oh hi fagsona

[callsdeath.livejournal.com]

[Sitting in a corner, sipping eggnog, one leg crossed over the other.

he is so Classy and totally Above all this Christmas nonsense can't you tell.]

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Stuffed belly, ridiculous hat with a pom-pom on the end, glossy black boots and red cheeks - what more could you ask for?]

I'uno. Just happened.

[Dojima scoffs.]

What're you doin' in that get-up?

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Adachi looks down at himself, before promptly sitting down on one arm of Santa's chair. Flippantly:]

Just happened.

[He motions to his nose. Come to think of it, his voice is kinda nasally under that thing.]

Say, lend me a hand with this, will you? Not having fingers makes it kinda hard.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

[Setting down the bottle in his hand, he reaches up (a bit clumsily himself), and the red, bulbous nose pops off with ease. These two are probably used to that sort of catch by now, though.]

There. Better?

[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?!

[porkyminch.livejournal.com]

So what you're really saying is "I'd rather ruin Christmas for others if I could get some extra cash in my pocket"?

[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.

[implausibility.livejournal.com]

[Adachi eyes the little brat, not sure what to make of this. He's off-duty, though, and he certainly has no moral obligations against the kid knocking himself out on eggnog laced with vodka.]

What I'm really saying, kid, is that they should've given us the bonuses and let them throw their own parties, like they're going to do anyway.

Re: oh hi fagsona

[boysbejustice.livejournal.com]

Oops.

[porkyminch.livejournal.com]

How boooring.

Why do adults like you always have to sugar coat everything? Admit it, you really wanna destroy this place, don't you? You want everyone to stop having fun. You hate it.

[juneslater.livejournal.com]

Make it two.

[Next to Dojima is... Santa? That voice emanating from that mighty snow-white beard, however, might be a bit too familiar.]

[nowheresman.livejournal.com]

[Adachi heaves an exaggerated sigh of relief, rubbing his nose with the blunt hoof.]

Tons - you know how hard it was to breathe in that thing? And it smelled like old socks in there. It was torture, Dojima-san.

[And then, quite promptly, Adachi slides off the seat and onto one of Dojima's knees. Hey, that's what you were supposed to do, right?]]

[loadsavepoint.livejournal.com]

One of the many mysteries of the universe, Bentley presumed, must be Light-up Christmas Vests. Not that it was particularly advanced, or even that fashionable, but given the occasion, something about it was just... special. The way the light on Rudolph's nose blinked in succession with the Christmas trees in the snow on the lower half of the vest brought a feeling of what one might call "Holiday Cheer."

Eggnog in hand (virgin, thank you), Bentley simply observed the ongoing party with his usual lopsided smile, tapping his foot to the tune of 'Baby, It's Cold Outside.'