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Post by brennalarose on Dec 6, 2008 21:20:31 GMT -7
"Ah, hell, why not?" said Phia, tossing her prior thoughts away, " 'Tis the season and all!" She polished off her drink and eyed the concoction with amused wariness.
"Jaegermeister in eggnog? That's a new one for me!"
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Post by Kasim Chionesu on Dec 7, 2008 21:39:44 GMT -7
"Yeah, the recipes I looked up are very ingenuous." Kasim grinned at Phia. "Just wait until I break out a couple more of them...But I'll have to be careful. I don't want anyone getting alcohol poisoning on my watch." Kasim's gaze wandered to Sister Angeleanna and he smiled apologetically as he poured another shot for Phia.
"That reminds me..." Kasim poured another Black Santa. "You have some catching up to do, young missy. I do not envy whomever comes in late and wants to participate at the rate we're going."
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Post by Abe Sapien on Dec 8, 2008 1:15:08 GMT -7
With a ear angled towards the princess, Abe listened. Their footsteps mirrored each other in silence, Nuala’s more of grace while he was merely barefoot. He instinctively fell into a patterned walk, his steps lesser then their normal leap to accommodate a partner and several times brushed hips with the princess before he worked out he was much too close. However beside her, holding her, it was his own foolish tug of war to keep a respectful distance and to pull her into his arms. His free hand rested at his side before moving to his waist and drifted back to hover over the princesses. When she looked to the decorations Abe followed and studied them. Tabby and Kasim had done wonders in the short amount of time they had been given.
Abraham settled his hand back atop Nuala’s and curled his fingers slightly in a soft squeeze. In the few short months he had known the elven maiden, their link if only by their gifts had become a bridge of vague thoughts and hints of emotions. As she once said, it was in their nature to do so. “Memories good and bad, will always bring tears and words can never replace feelings but perhaps your highness, our celebrations may become a new Winter Allfair and a addition to memories.” Ever so softly, his thumb drifted across Nuala’s hand gracing the tops of her knuckles as they neared the library.
Equally the sounds of the party drifted heavily from the grand doorway. The normally closed doors had been left open, inviting all that walked by with music, laughing and smell of food. Shifting slightly, Abraham looked down to met the golden gaze of the princess and looked inward at his own sudden enthusiasm. Ready? He lead both of them through the entryway and slowly took in the newly transformed library before he narrowed his gaze at the tacky plastic reindeer that adorned his tank. He clucked his tongue softly in chastisement before he gave a slow shake of his head and took to studying the Christmas tree and the small armada of presents underneath it.
“It is Christmas in the heart that puts Christmas in the air.” Ellis said it correctly as the laughter of the previous hours drifted from the decorations, the warmth of the fire echoed the sheer joy of crinkling paper, ornaments and a thousand staples.
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Post by Tabby Whitman-Foster on Dec 8, 2008 21:47:32 GMT -7
"Yes! Another girl!" Tabby exulted as Phia joined the drinking part-ay. "Let's show these sacks of testosterone how hard estrogen can kick ASS!" Tabby grabbed a Jägernog and swirled the contents of the glass slightly under her nose, as if she were a connoisseur, smelling the bouquet. She, of course, wouldn't drink it until the others had their first shot.
At that moment, Abe and Nuala entered, and Tabby was quite happy she hadn't started on the Jägernog for she burst out laughing when she saw Abe, still wearing that wreath. She was pretty sure the flush of alcohol into her sinuses would have been painful.
"Looking good Abe-man!" She called, letting out a wolf-whistle. She noticed Nuala was wearing the garland she had put on Abe too. "Same goes to you, Your Highness!"
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Post by loki on Dec 9, 2008 13:40:31 GMT -7
Thane knocked back the Black Santa with an "Mmm!" followed by a cheer as Phia joined the drunken festivities. He also added, "Hey, I'm plenty in touch with my estrogenic side, so if I see the testosteronies are sinking that means I can jump ship, right?" The were-hawk flashed Tabby a broad, cheeky grin.
What an awesome party!
With an expression that could only be sheer elation, Thane picked up his newly dubbed Jagernog and clinked glasses with the others. "Kasim my brother, I think you missed your true calling in life!" he cried once the last droplet had fled the glass. "You should get these recipes patented, heh heh." "Soooo... what's next? C'mon brother, don't keep us in suspense; keep the genius coming! Eh, Tabs?" He lightly shoved Tabby with one wing.
Thane couldn't help but cheer again as Abe and the Princess walked in. Well, maybe not walked in, this was Nuala... Ah. They made an entrance. "Be still, my beating heart!" he exclaimed. "Come closer, O beauteous one, and allow me to view thine delicacy up close! ...Oh and you look wonderful too, Your Highness! Ravishing. But I think you'd better hold fast to my brother Abe or he may be the one that got away!" The hawk man's eyes twinkled with mirth and he nudged Tabby again.
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Post by brennalarose on Dec 10, 2008 7:18:41 GMT -7
"Yes! Another girl!" Tabby exulted as Phia joined the drinking part-ay. "Let's show these sacks of testosterone how hard estrogen can kick ASS!" "You said it!" said Phia, raising her shot, "To slow metabolisms and seasonable merriment!" She knocked back the shot and blinked a bit as she came up for air. "Ooh, that's nice." She waved cheerily to Abe and Nuala. She liked those two. Abe got opera, which the rest of the occult pool seemed to avoid, and literature, which was likewise verboten. Nuala... Well, something's an empath couldn't avoid noticing. There was sorrow, yes, but there was great love and curiousity. That was all she'd ever gotten.
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Post by Kasim Chionesu on Dec 10, 2008 13:27:05 GMT -7
Patience guys, patience. The party just started; I don't want all of you sloshed already." Kasim said as he went back to the laptop, pulling up a new recipes. Upon his return to the table, he moved the shots that had still not been drunk to the side and lined up more shot glasses. "After these, I'm not making any more until everyone catches up."
Kasim pulled out the Creme de Menthe, Irish Cream, and Grenadine. He filled the glasses in thirds using a spoon, layering the Creme de Menthe, Irish Cream, and Grenadine on top of each other. "Christmas Trees!" He announced jovially. "Dear lord, I'm doing pretty good with this theme thing, aren't I?"
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Post by hb on Dec 10, 2008 16:48:34 GMT -7
Hellboy remained uncharacteristically quiet, taking his shots one by one. His thoughts drifted to Liz and whether or not he should visit her today, as it was almost Christmas, after all.
The concoctions that Kasim were coming up with were ingenious, Hellboy had to admit. They were a bit strong for his taste, as his alcohol of choice was Tecate Light, but the demon could hold his liquor; he wasn't even starting to feel its effects yet.
He looked up when Abe and Nuala walked in. They seemed so much in love, and it didn't seem fair to Hellboy that he couldn't have that with Liz. But she had left him, right? So it wasn't his fault.
The demon managed a pained smile as per greeting toward the happy couple.
OOC: Jeez, I'm so sorry. That was horrible. My grammar is all over the place.
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Post by Tabby Whitman-Foster on Dec 12, 2008 20:33:40 GMT -7
Instead of throwing the Jägernog back like a shot, Tabby sipped it all smoothly down and then coughed. "Oh lawdy, lawdy! That is some strong eggnog-like beverage, Mr. Chia Pet!" She coughed a little more before putting the empty highball glass down and snatching her Christmas Tree.
"Are you trying to play matchmaker, Thane?" Tabby asked, her tone slightly teasing. "Or are you hitting on Nuala in a way you hope Abe doesn't pick up on?"
Tabby noticed Hellboy down his shots, looking slightly morose. Tabby threw back the Christmas Tree and elbowed HB in a friendly way. "Not really talkative tonight, are ya Big Red? Come on, why don't you give Kasim an alcoholic challenge we can cope with?"
OOC: Nonsense!
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Post by Frankie Guidicini on Dec 14, 2008 12:45:24 GMT -7
Frankie merged back into sight from the second level, her half empty martini glass in hand, and she surveyed the goings on below. There was a drinking game going on below, some people were standing to the side, and Abe and Nuala entered. Frankie surveyed them with a slight pang in her heart, and also with jealously. So far, they both would have long life, if not immortality. God willing, they would be able to enjoy each other's company for centuries to come. Frankie sighed and ran the tip of her index finger around the rim of her glass absentmindedly, surveying the decorations and then -- Her gaze fixed on one decoration right above Abe and Nuala's head.
"Abe..." She called, loud enough for him and Nuala to hear, but not loud enough to draw attention to his voice. She pointed upwards in a hint for him to look up and then retreated back into the second level, smiling to herself.
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Post by fuzzy on Dec 14, 2008 18:39:30 GMT -7
OOC: Sorry about taking forever to post, completely forgot about this topic >.<
Terry cast a doubtful eye at the Jägernog concoction. Jagermeister in Eggnog? He'd much rather that Kasim not waste the alcohol on eggnog. Terry picked up the shot, made a face at Kasim, and downed it. It tasted...odd. Better than he expected, but still, odd. Looking towards the door, he let out a bellow and was instantly happy that he downed his shot immediately. Abe walked in, looking like a fish caught in a net made of Christmas garland. Terry waved and was just about to say something when Kasim poured the next drinks.
>>>"Christmas Trees!" He announced jovially. "Dear lord, I'm doing pretty good with this theme thing, aren't I?"<<<
Terry cast an approving eye at the beverage. "Now here's a good drink, without wasting the Jagermeister!" By now Terry had no doubt in his mind that he was getting a little buzzed, and he really didn't care. He downed the Christmas Tree and set his empty glass on the table with an audible *clink*.
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Post by drjuliusmayfair on Dec 15, 2008 11:49:10 GMT -7
He always seemed to come at the wrong time. Story of his life. he had to chuckle softly at that. He had the security clearance, coming down through the floor. It seemed to be the 'shock and awe' moment for newcomers. he was bundle up against the cold of New Jersey and he was missing New Orleans already. The balmy, sneaking cold that just seemed to creep into every house. Here it was a slap in the face and crushed you, leaving you searching for warmth. He unbuttoned his long wool coat that covered a bright green suit with an even brighter red silk vest under it. he removed the matching red fedora with green silk band. He was feeling festive for the season. It all clashed horribly with his red hair.
He had his briefcase beside him. He had been told to show up on this date. The place seemed empty. He wrapped his kid glove covered hand around the handle of his briefcase and ventured further into the offices of the BPRD. He closed his eyes, feeling the whispers of spirits wasn't as strong as one would think here. He didn't see them but he felt them. The place was brimming with magic, in items and of people.
Speaking of people. He came upon where everyone seemed to be. Again, he had to chuckle. Always at the right place at the wrong time. A staff Christmas party that seemed in full swing. he smelled bake goods, booze, and merriment. He backed away slowly, not wanting to intrude on them.
Then he thought, he was one of them now. He may not know anyone, but wasn't this the perfect opportunity to get to know everyone? They were in one place. There was booze to loosen up the awkward moments. He set his briefcase down next to the door and folded his coat over it. He set his fedora jauntily on his head and ventured into the foray. He went to where the crowd seemed the thickest, the drink table.
He thrust a hand to Kasim, who was the bartender, "Hi, I'm Julius Mayfair, I'm the new investigator." His Scottish accent was not as strong as it used to be, having been polish by living in America for so long.
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Post by Kasim Chionesu on Dec 15, 2008 20:44:41 GMT -7
"I'm glad to see you approve, Fuzzy." Kasim said, smiling. He poured himself a gingerale and took a sip. Just because everybody else was becoming buzzed didn't mean he had to. He sighed contedly and placed the glass of gingerale underneath the table - Nobody would spike his drink if he could help it!
And suddenly there was a new face in the crowd - An unfamiliar face framed by ginger hair. Kasim was a bit alarmed and wondered if there was a security breach. For a moment his left hand strayed to one of the heftier glass bottles of spirits underneath the table, but the man came forward and shook his right.
>>"Hi, I'm Julius Mayfair, I'm the new investigator."<<
"...Oh." Kasim said, a bit embarrassed that he had made a move to grab something to club the stranger with. "Oh! They didn't inform me you'd be arriving today, Dr. Mayfair. Usually I'm the one to give our new arrivals a tour." Kasim looked to his makeshift bar littered with empty glasses and at the Christmas decor. "You've happened right into our little Christmas Party. But this way you'll get to meet everyone. My name is Kasim Chionesu, by the way. I'm on of the Bureau's FBI agents." He shook Julius' hand back and then released it. "And I...happen to be the bartender tonight."
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Post by drjuliusmayfair on Dec 16, 2008 18:53:30 GMT -7
This man reminded him of his mentor, Papa Midnight. Maybe it was just the way he spoke. Julius had to dismiss the hurt in his heart for his old friend as he shook Kasim's hand and plastered a relaxed smile on his face, "My marching orders were quick. I didn't know where I would have been going until last night." he laughed and turned, looking at the merriment and then around the library.
He would have a good time in this room, he knew. He wondered what kind of magical tombs this office held. What else he could learn. He turned back to Kasim, his eyes sparkling in excitement, "Mr. bartender, then. May I have a seven&seven? With a little maraschino cherry juice for a festive color." He winked at Kasim and turned to Terry who had just downed a Christmas Tree, "Julius Mayfair, new investigator." He put a hand out in greeting.
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Post by fuzzy on Dec 17, 2008 15:14:51 GMT -7
>>>"Julius Mayfair, new investigator."<<< Terry looked at the proffered hand the strange redheaded man was offering him. He shook it, and with his other hand slapped Julius on the back, a little harder than he'd wanted to, Terry was slightly drunk by this time, after all. He tipped his ever-present bowler hat to the newcomer.
"So you're the new flatfoot, eh? Terry Jones, resident expert on hitting things. Good to have you."
Terry spared a glance at HB, as he really wasn't talkative tonight, at all. Normally Red would be in the thick of things and knocking back drinks. Tonight, well, Terry never would've thought he'd say this about HB, but he seemed to be brooding. Wonders never cease.
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