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

[pathology]

Um, you're telling me!

[succubestie]

[She laughs.]

Breath, Andrew, breathe.

[badexample]

[trying to calm down, he still looks VERY STARTLED.]

We didn't tell anyone. Unless you mean you can't believe someone would marry me. Because if so, you can fuck right off. [He's joking, or he's trying to joke because he's still having a mild heart attack.]

[pathology]

Um, no, commitment displays from any of my other friends would be equally jarring. I'm happy for you! You didn't knock her up, did you? [her brain/mouth filter hasn't worked properly since she was born probably.]

[succubestie]

Nope, no babies. Not yet. We've got some time.

[That's not to say that won't...change someday, but that was not why they got married, alright.]

[badexample]

[Oh no, the B word. Andrew is sort of paralyzed by the idea of being a dad. He think he would be the worst at it.]

I...

[He's speechless. Someone else handle this conversation thing.]

[pathology]

Good! The Light wing is like two surprised pregnancies away from becoming an ob/gyn and I'm just over it. Annnd I got you a giant box of condoms for Christmas-slash-your wedding.

[succubestie]

I'm a succubus. Believe me, I know how to avoid those kinds of surprises, even if I'm amazingly good at pretending to try.

[KIND OF HER JOB TBH.]

[badexample]

[Andrew is still just having a weird mental breakdown over what a shit dad he imagines he would be, so he just swallows and nods.]

What she said. But uh- thanks.

[pathology]

You're welcome! Merry Christmas! Bye!

[and then she flounces off, oblivious to her responsibility for andrew's mental breakdown.]