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[askfortoomuch.livejournal.com]

[It's Christmas, which means shes drinking]

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[runsfromdanger.livejournal.com]

[ He's awake and not at work. Which means he's drinking - though it's only a beer. ]

[askfortoomuch.livejournal.com]

[Well that is hardly holiday themed. At least Susan has a candy-stick in her scotch glass.]

[She orders another, and glances towards the handsome young-ish man, liquor gives a girl that sort of courage.]

[runsfromdanger.livejournal.com]

[ Well, what can he say? The drink's grown on him over the centuries. ]

[ At the glance, he smiles at her. A pretty young lady, ice cold beer in his hand, central heating -- this was shaping up to be a very merry Christmas indeed. Courage isn't something he holds in high esteem, but he doesn't consider flirting has very much to do with that sort of thing. At least in his books. Which is why he keeps that smile on his face as he stands from his lonely bar stool to mosey on down next to the young lady. ]

You look like you could do with a little more Christmas cheer.

[askfortoomuch.livejournal.com]

Oh? [An eyebrow, almost coy. Almost]

Was it the lack of a candy cane in my mojito that gave me away?

[rebel-rerun.livejournal.com]

[ Don't worry, she has a companion in Rerun. ]

[askfortoomuch.livejournal.com]

[You know who looks funny after a few glasses of rum? Rerun does.]

[...that means she is going to poke his nose.]





[sorry.]

[rebel-rerun.livejournal.com]

[ It never ceases to amuse Rerun that Susan has a slightly lower tolerance than himself.

He grins at her when she pokes him. ]

You gonna pick my nose?

[askfortoomuch.livejournal.com]

Ew! No. God only knows what you have hiding up there.

[She takes another sip, and hey! It's only because she is more slight. That's it. Rerun needs to lay off the burgers.]

[neverplayednice.livejournal.com]

[ Hey, so is Sid, who would have guessed. ] Christmas is for assholes.

[askfortoomuch.livejournal.com]

And Pagans, and Children... and I'm getting another drink.

Want one?

[neverplayednice.livejournal.com]

Do you even have to ask? Duh. ...please. [ Holds his cup out to Susan and beams at her. ]

[askfortoomuch.livejournal.com]

[Hey, as long as she's standing she can get drinks. She returns in short order, more alcohol than mixer at this point...]

So what were you supposed to be up to?

[bears-suck.livejournal.com]

[This is a holiday tradition Basil can support. He's leaning back, hair draped behind the chair and arm covering his face.] I think... if I have any more eggnog... I will explode. Call Guinness. This is definitely a record.

[askfortoomuch.livejournal.com]

[This is why you start sitting down Basil. Cuts back on the draping.]

Oh I stopped with the nog a few hours back. Helps keep the 'drunk' as the term goes.... up.

[runsfromdanger.livejournal.com]

[ He's awake and not at work. Which means he's drinking - though it's only a beer. ]

[askfortoomuch.livejournal.com]

[Well that is hardly holiday themed. At least Susan has a candy-stick in her scotch glass.]

[She orders another, and glances towards the handsome young-ish man, liquor gives a girl that sort of courage.]

[runsfromdanger.livejournal.com]

[ Well, what can he say? The drink's grown on him over the centuries. ]

[ At the glance, he smiles at her. A pretty young lady, ice cold beer in his hand, central heating -- this was shaping up to be a very merry Christmas indeed. Courage isn't something he holds in high esteem, but he doesn't consider flirting has very much to do with that sort of thing. At least in his books. Which is why he keeps that smile on his face as he stands from his lonely bar stool to mosey on down next to the young lady. ]

You look like you could do with a little more Christmas cheer.

[rebel-rerun.livejournal.com]

[ Don't worry, she has a companion in Rerun. ]

[askfortoomuch.livejournal.com]

[You know who looks funny after a few glasses of rum? Rerun does.]

[...that means she is going to poke his nose.]





[sorry.]

[rebel-rerun.livejournal.com]

[ It never ceases to amuse Rerun that Susan has a slightly lower tolerance than himself.

He grins at her when she pokes him. ]

You gonna pick my nose?

[neverplayednice.livejournal.com]

[ Hey, so is Sid, who would have guessed. ] Christmas is for assholes.

[askfortoomuch.livejournal.com]

And Pagans, and Children... and I'm getting another drink.

Want one?

[neverplayednice.livejournal.com]

Do you even have to ask? Duh. ...please. [ Holds his cup out to Susan and beams at her. ]

[bears-suck.livejournal.com]

[This is a holiday tradition Basil can support. He's leaning back, hair draped behind the chair and arm covering his face.] I think... if I have any more eggnog... I will explode. Call Guinness. This is definitely a record.

[askfortoomuch.livejournal.com]

[This is why you start sitting down Basil. Cuts back on the draping.]

Oh I stopped with the nog a few hours back. Helps keep the 'drunk' as the term goes.... up.