Oh ho, the mistletoe, hung where you can see~

[succubestie]

♬ Have a Holly Jolly Christmas - Burl Ives

WHO || Bo and Andrew Dennis-Gatewood and literally everyone else.
WHAT || Bo and Andrew got married. It's Christmas. Let's get drunk and be merry. :D
WHERE || Castle Ballroom, London
WHEN || Christmas Eve - Late Evening
HOW || Whatever's clever. Probably spammy.

To make up for the fact that a certain couple eloped the night before the Battle for Andres, Bo and Andrew decided to make sure to have a party that would certainly make up for it. There's decorations galore, including a massive Christmas Tree with plenty of room for presents in case anyone wants to exchange gifts mid-party, plenty of tasty snacks to pick at, and more booze than can probably be consumed by the people in attendance, though no doubt they'll certainly try.

Oh, and there's mistletoe everywhere. A certain succubus wouldn't be happy if there wasn't plenty of kissing going on.

Try not to have too much fun, though. You wouldn't want to be too hungover on Christmas morning, would you? Or you could just do what Bo and Andrew are going to do and sleep in til noon. ;)

Comments

[ideamachine]

Thaaaat certainly doesn't sound like me, now does it? I mean, I don't even have a lip, let alone follicles to grow a mustache out of.

[pathology]

Metaphorically!

[ideamachine]

Oh, well in that case -- possible! Quite possible! But those days are entirely in the past. Yes, sir. Ma'am.

[pathology]

They better be. Don't think I won't drop you out one of the castle windows if you get any ideas about power-tripping again. [ she does, uh, this.] I'm watching you.

[ideamachine]

With what sort of surveillance equipment, might I ask? Er. For a friend. Asking for a friend.

[pathology]

One, my eyes, two, I'm totally besties with the guy throwing this party and he's pretty much an IT supergenius, so don't think I won't have access to the security footage.

[ideamachine]

Of course, of course, although it would be shame if anything were to happen to that footage. Hypothetically speaking.

[pathology]

[she kicks at roomba-wheatley with one of her festively green high heels.] Likewise, it would be a shame if I accidentally tripped over you and rammed my stiletto heel into your face. Again. Hypothetically speaking.

[ideamachine]

Point taken! Point absolutely taken! Ow.

[pathology]

Yeah, that's what I thought. [she hmphs ... and reaches down to take a drink from his sombrero. w/e don't judge her ok.]

[ideamachine]

Please don't hur-- ha, ha, ha, I mean-- [ slowly realizes she was going for a drink, not going to bash his brain in ] Er, do enjoy your complimentary beverage today!

[pathology]

[she grins with the realization that wheatley thought she was going to injure him. SHE HAS THE POWER HERE. MWAHAHAHA!!11] I will.

[ideamachine]

[ ROOMBAS AWAY SWIFTLY ]