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

[daredtobelieve]

[Well, they are exactly perfectly matched in attractiveness which is kind of adorable. Drink in hand, Helen turns at the tap on her shoulder and finds herself smiling wide at the sight of him.]</small Happy Christmas, indeed! I didn't expect to see you here tonight.

[nothingsodivine]

Like I ever pass up free food. [He shrugs sheepishly.] It was either this or spend it in my shitty hotel room watching Christmas specials. The company's better here. [He holds up his own drink in a mock toast.] Also there's a robot on a roomba serving champagne. Can you believe that?

[daredtobelieve]

I've seen a bit of the work being done with him in the Hoard lab, but I certainly didn't expect him to show up for this. I suppose it's fitting- given the man of the hour is one of our finest. [She points out Andrew and Bo.] They decided to sneak off and elope just before we left for Andres. This is something of a belated celebration for them as well.

[nothingsodivine]

Well, aren't they just precious. [he laughs, because... well they're an odd pair, okay.] Myri and Vi are pregnant, Gar's getting married... I didn't realize it was spreading out past my team.

[daredtobelieve]

It gets all the more juicy when you know she's a succubus. [no one said helen was above gossip.] He seems happy. Which is good, because if you've ever dealt with tech support, it's never good to have them cranky.

Can't just let your little group have all the fun hm? I suppose it must be something in the water. Or the eggnog.

[nothingsodivine]

I've met her. She's a nice dame. [He cants his head at them both.] They both look happy.

[He snickers.] For awhile there, it was just a lot of violence and what-have-you. You get that kind of a raw deal handed to you, you find whatever hope you can. [He gives her a knowing look and then turns back.] But that goes for everyone. Not just us.

[daredtobelieve]

It's good to see them finding happiness. [Aggressively mother hens grown ass adults.]

And that includes you, you know. [She bumps him teasingly with her hip.]

I trust he's well? And you also?

[nothingsodivine]

[he ducks a head in an honest laugh.] He's an insufferable bastard as always. And so am I, so I guess all's well. [he arches his eyebrow.] What about you?

[daredtobelieve]

Oh, can't complain. Been feeling a little under the weather lately, but I'm sure it will pass soon enough.

[nothingsodivine]

[Stares at her.] Under the weather?

[daredtobelieve]

Nothing serious, I'm sure. Just woke up a touch nauseous this morning.

[nothingsodivine]

Nauseous? [Yes, Des. KEEP REPEATING EVERYTHING THE LADY SAYS like a fucking idiot.]

[daredtobelieve]

[She gives him a curious, slightly concerned look.]

Something wrong, darling?

[nothingsodivine]

[uh. his 19 wis check says he is not okay in the slightest, okay.] No. I mean yes. I mean... [wince] What was the question?

[it was a 19 wisdom check for the situation, not to know how words work. what do you want from him.]

[daredtobelieve]

[Looking even more concerned, she finds a place to set her drink down and reaches to lightly touch his arm.]

As touched as I am that you're so concerned for my health, I'm sure someone just gave me a little something in passing.

[nothingsodivine]

[Des is just staring at her like HELEN, DO I HAVE TO SAY THE WORDS. He lays his hand on her shoulder and says, in a hushed voice:] And you don't think there's a chance you could have gotten that something from me?

[maybe he had swine flu and coughed on her and feels really bad about it.]

[daredtobelieve]

[The sudden intensity of that move makes her startle a bit, eyes going a little wider.]

Well, I'm... not certain. I suppose either of you could have. There was a great deal of, ah- closeness.

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[nothingsodivine]

[this face.]

[nothingsodivine]

[OKAY. Breathe in. Breathe out. Swig the rest of this champagne.]

You're remarkably calm about this possibility.

[daredtobelieve]

Well, my ability simply allows me to live indefinitely, it doesn't make me immune to such things. Believe me, this isn't my first time around this bend. I'll be alright.

[nothingsodivine]

You'll be all right. [He can't really hold in the tiny bark of a laugh that escapes.] You- I... [Incoherent sputtering noises. And he breathes. Because it's all he can do, since he is the only one feeling a little uptight about this.]

Okay.

[daredtobelieve]

[His stuttering really has her so confused.]

Des, are you feeling alright? You look a bit pale...

[nothingsodivine]

I'm just thinking. [He's gonna gnaw on one of his fingernails now.] About the possibility. And the situation... And how I'm a fucking idiot. Y'know. General things.

[daredtobelieve]

The situation? Des, I don't understand.

[nothingsodivine]

That you might be... you know.

[HE CAN'T EVEN SAY IT.] I wasn't thinking, and you could be and- [waves hands in weird circles.

Charismatic Hero, here.] I mean, it's not even a for sure thing, but if it is... What do we do?