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]

Acting as if I had served the pair of us a death sentence might have been a tad harsh... [Look, now it's IC trolling too.]

Believe me, I had my own private panic over the possibility soon after I left the pair of you. But I've been very thorough to check and double check that we're in the clear. I suppose that's why the thought didn't cross my mind sooner.

[Or because she rolled shit wis checks for ages jfc.]

[nothingsodivine]

Oh, it wasn't that bad. [it was definitely that bad. he rubs his neck] Yeah, it occurred to me at some point when we were talking after, but then I put it out of my mind, and... it all came back.

[and we all know how des is with irrational emotions, okay.] D'you want another drink?

[daredtobelieve]

Yes, I think I can use something particularly strong after that little- [She gives a wave of her hand to just brush it off.]

[nothingsodivine]

For the record, I am really sorry. [But he mimics her hand gesture and grabs two glasses of wine off a table.] One for the lady in red and one for the guy with egg on his face. Cheers.

[daredtobelieve]

[She takes her glass, still smirking at him, because it's nice to see him so thrown off his game.]

No harm done. I'm sorry for nearly giving you a heart attack. [She clinks her glass to his and takes a healthy drink.]

At least it's safe to assume that should you invite me out for another poker night, we may take a few more precautions. [Casually alludes to more threesomes in the middle of an office holiday party.]

[nothingsodivine]

[Siiip] The thought has definitely occurred to me.

[precautions or more threesomes or both. we just don't know.]

[daredtobelieve]

Hmm. [She seems a little pleased by that ambiguous response. Turning to stand at his side, she slips her arm through his, not asking, just doing it like it's completely natural.]

I have to say- I'm glad to hear you've given it some thought. I had hoped I might have left an impression.

[nothingsodivine]

Ohhh, you definitely did. [definitely natural. so natural, he bumps her shoulder a little and grins down at her.] On both of us, even.

[daredtobelieve]

[Her smiles widens, and she may even preen a little.]

Stop- you'll make me blush.

[nothingsodivine]

Sorry, was that supposed to deter me? Though, gosh, this is polite company, Peaches. It'd be a shame if anyone overheard. [fucking troll. from stammering bitch to suave in nothing.]

[daredtobelieve]

[She glances around at her colleagues, as if weighing the options.]

Let them talk.

[Look what you did, Des. You and your stupid boyfriend have made her less concerned with being super polite all the time. Tsk.]

[nothingsodivine]

Ohhh look who's gotten a little racy. And I thought it was just the dress. [He leans over a bit to say, almost in her ear.] And yes, I noticed.

[daredtobelieve]

[She takes another sip of her wine, glancing at him out of the corner of the eye as he leans in.]

I suppose you just bring it out in me.

[nothingsodivine]

Well, he brought it out of me first, so I had to pay it forward somewhere. Lucky you. [wink.]

[daredtobelieve]

I think I'll be content to let it ruminate amongst the three of us for a bit before I share this fate with another soul and pay mine forward. Believe it or not, I can be just as picky as you.

[nothingsodivine]

[Des considers that for a second.] Clearly I should be the one feeling honored, here.

[daredtobelieve]

And why on earth is that? [She says with a sudden little laugh.]

[nothingsodivine]

In case the two of us saying it didn't convince you, you're extraordinary. If you're picky and you picked me before you ever saw Mr. Could Make a Train of Thought Lose Its Train of Thought, then I'll call that a victory.

[daredtobelieve]

[She ducks her gaze, a more private smile hidden behind her hair as it falls over her shoulder from the motion. After a moment, she composes herself and pulls her eyes back up to meet his.]

I could kiss you, you know. But the last time I tried that in public, it didn't end so well.

[It's a light joke, but also a question. This isn't exactly clear. All she knows is that she doesn't make the rules for the game, only plays by them as best she can.]

[nothingsodivine]

[His smile widens a bit.] You don't have to worry about how it ends anymore, Helen. [He reaches up to move her hair back away from her face.] I got you covered.

[His hand trails down her cheek and he leans in and kisses her tenderly. Maybe it lacks the utter bottomless passion of what people assume true love is. Maybe there aren't any fireworks. Maybe only time stops for a fraction of a second before moving on again. Maybe what it isn't doesn't matter, because what it is means something and that's all that Des ever promised her and they both agreed it was enough.]

[daredtobelieve]

[It's a strange middle ground that would be hard to describe to anyone who wasn't the two of them- the way it means more to her than the chaste peck of a friend, but not quite as much as the take-your-breath-away moment when you're reunited with a lover.

They've found a place in between, something that's important but not all consuming. There's a comfort in it for her, one she's happy to linger in.

Her hand reaches up, fingertips brushing his temple before she gently threads her fingers through his hair. Her hand remains as she pulls back, a smile on her lips as she keeps her eyes shut for just a moment before opening them and finding his gaze.]

Worried? Who's worried? [She allows her nails to gently comb through his hair for just a moment before she pulls back to regain her composure.] You know- it may be for the best that you have no interest in joining our cause. You're very distracting.

[nothingsodivine]

Well, damn. Now you've learned all my secrets. [He grins, flashing his teeth a bit.] I wouldn't wanna give you a chance to get bored of me.

[daredtobelieve]

Somehow I doubt that ever happening. I also highly doubt I've learned all of your secrets. But I'm content with the ones I have.

[nothingsodivine]

[he shrugs sheepishly and gestures to the dance floor.] Should we get one dance in while we're scandalizing the masses?

[daredtobelieve]

Mmm, I was hoping you might ask. [gonna guide them towards the dance floor. With a 14 dance check, she's not winning any fancy dance contests this time. But she's not horrible.]