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sweetcandygirl) wrote2018-12-10 06:42 pm
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Home for the Holidays
Over the weekend, Harley was busy decorating her Nexus apartment, stylizing everything in soft whites and a few bright splashes of reds.
In the middle of the apartment, where her aerial silks normally hang from the cathedral ceilings, and several pinwheel decorations. And soft Christmas music is playing on the stereos, filling the open areas of her apartment.
The smells of several delicious foods waft from the kitchen. Everything is made with a vegetarian-friendly flare, that is still respectful to the season itself. And to supplement the fact there may not be any meat on the menu -- there is a large keg of ale on a countertop nearby. There is also plenty of wine, cocktails, and eggnog available.
Harley has invited a few people over to her apartment for a small pre-Christmas party. Mostly, those who already live or stay in her apartment.
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In the middle of the apartment, where her aerial silks normally hang from the cathedral ceilings, and several pinwheel decorations. And soft Christmas music is playing on the stereos, filling the open areas of her apartment.
The smells of several delicious foods waft from the kitchen. Everything is made with a vegetarian-friendly flare, that is still respectful to the season itself. And to supplement the fact there may not be any meat on the menu -- there is a large keg of ale on a countertop nearby. There is also plenty of wine, cocktails, and eggnog available.
Harley has invited a few people over to her apartment for a small pre-Christmas party. Mostly, those who already live or stay in her apartment.
[No posting order. Mingle around. Thread jump. All is good]
The Hostess with the Most
She is wearing a festive Christmas dress, and has her hairstyle decorated for the season too.
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The hostess is greeted with a warm hug from Adia and a small, but sincere smile from Caspar. "Merry Christmas," she says to her friend. She pulls out a present wrapped in Harley's colors and offers it to her. "Here, before I forget. You can open it now if you want."
Adia hopes that she opens it now. The best part of giving a present is the look on the face of the person who receives it. Inside the box is a set of pajamas and a rather unique necklace.
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"Ohhhh..." Of course she is going to open it now. Her face lights up.
"These are awesome! How kind of you both!"
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As a finishing touch, he's wearing his twin-horned helmet, and he's tied a sprig of mistletoe to the left horn with a twist of red ribbon. He stalks right over to Harley first thing, bows, and offers her a small bouquet, three white roses bundled neatly with sprigs of holly and evergreen. "Happy Holidays, dearest."
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"Are you looking for lots of kisses tonight?" She teases him, stepping close to him. So close that her lips ghost over his lips.
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There's no one here to appreciate his holiday traditions so he's left the tequila at home and brought a bottle of champagne for his part of the dinner and donned a Christmas? sweater in the hopes of better fitting in. It'll be a good ice breaker for all the standing in the corner drinking he's about to be doing.
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"That is a great sweater." She leads him inside to the side living room.
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They share a kind of solidarity that only some of the other Nightmare pairs have, after all.
"Thanks it was...not a gift. I bought it, but I had help picking it out." And if his gaze lingers on the masks for a moment too long, no one will really know why. It's fine. "I see you heard through the grapevine that Adia got me a new PINpoint. I'm glad t'be here. Thanks...for all of this."
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"Hey. I'm Cricket. Merry Christmas, or...whatever, if you don't celebrate it." He offers a sheepish handshake.
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He can do introductions though, so his smile is much more confident than Josh feels when he steps forward to accept the handshake.
"Nice t'meetcha, bro. I'm Joshua. Josh, I mean. S'what all my friends call me so. "
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Caspar, who already has his glass of wine in hand, walks over. "Hey," he says. He gives the sweater a bemused look. "That's an interesting choice you've made. I'm suddenly grateful this isn't a dry party."
He takes a sip of wine, but there's something a little forced in his smirk. He's concerned about Josh, too, enough that the snark does not flow as freely as the alcohol.
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Josh feels a lump forming in his throat. He tugs at the collar of his sweater and tries to swallow around it before he forces a much more confident smile than he feels for two of his best friends around here in the Nexus. It's a party right? So the last thing he wants to do is worry Adia more. If she worries then Caspar will get antsy and then they'll want answers and--
Calm down, Josh. Green eyes avoid meeting Caspar's for the moment as Josh barks out a laugh that's a bit too boisterous for Caspar's comment but An Effort Was Made. He's doing fine. Good, even. It's a party. All he has to do is not get so drunk he hits on someone he shouldn't. (Easier said than done given his track record).
"I had help picking it out. Ice Bear was pretty insistent that I get a Christmas sweater t'wear for these kindsa things."
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As a result, he's turned up maybe a little bit extra, in a suit, a nice sweater, and even a goddamn bow tie. He looks a little ill at ease in it, like he's not entirely sure how move in it, but he does clean up pretty well.
He has also, assuming Harley allowed it, provided the eggnog for the party in three different options: normal, chocolate, and strawberry.
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Caspar, now holding a glass of wine and the eggnog, looks over Cricket's outfit. "Well done," he says approvingly, perhaps a bit surprised as well. The Cylon is dressed in a charcoal suit with an evergreen tie, because he is always Extra. "Not everyone can pull off a bow tie."
"Oh, before I forget, we have a present for you." With her hands still free, she gets it herself from the shopping bag at her feet. It's a nicely wrapped square box with a bright red ribbon on top. Inside is a sandy twist on the typical snowglobe. "Happy holidays." She'd wish him a merry Christmas, but she doesn't want to assume.
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This no-meat thing is going to take some getting used to, but thank the Norns there's ale. Thor pours himself a generous portion and gets to mingling, fully at ease with the small, comfortable gathering.
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"Thor!" Harley bounces over to him with a smile. "You made it!"
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"Hi, Thor." She takes it as a good sign that he's here; he must be getting along with his brother. "Happy... um, Yule, right? Oh --" She gestures to the man next to her who does not seem to be pro-eggnog, as he is currently nursing a glass of wine. "This is my boyfriend, Caspar. Caspar, this is Thor, the God of Thunder."
She doesn't even fidget when she makes the introductions! Either she's gotten more comfortable around Thor, or the eggnog is starting to kick in.
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"Oh, did you knit it yourself? Forget my first question; I choose to believe you knitted it yourself."
Loki puts a hand on Thor's shoulder, thumping his back fraternally. Let the friendly harassment begin!
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"Happy Holiday, sir," he greets Thor happily. "This's Forrest Bondurant, from my world. Forrest, this is Thor."
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The Canadian lifts his own very full glass of drink toward Thor when he hits the living room to mingle by way of a greeting.
"That's a hell of a nice hat, bro."
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Forrest doesn't do parties.
Despite his gruff and stoic manner, he is deeply pleased to see Cricket whole and thriving though, and there is no way he could disappoint him in this. He shows up in clothes that aren't much different from his usual to the casual observer, but they're all new enough to not have needed any mending, and he's found a sweater that looks respectable. The hat is a little rough around the edges, because he only has one and there's nothing to be done about that, but he does take it off as soon as he steps inside.
There's also a large basket over his arm, full and heavy enough that he's finding it uncomfortable to carry. He looks completely bewildered and uneasy to be here at all.
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"Welcome!" Harley bounces over, a bright warming smile on her face.
"Did you bring something for us?" Her eyes are wide-eyed at the large basket.
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There's the wind up...and the hug! "Thank you for comin', I wanted you to meet Harley an' them..."
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He's holed himself up near a window that's cracked ever so slightly to let in some of the chill air so he can cool off. The Christmas sweater thing is nice and all but he's sweltering inside with this many people in it. Course, that could be because he's had a bit to drink too. The Canadian raises his glass toward Forrest in a greeting and takes half a step to the side so there's space for the man to lean against the wall but doesn't say anything at first.
This is supposed to be a reprieve from socializing after all.
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