The Annual BPRD Christmas Party!

[fuzzy]

>>>"And anyone else for that matter."<<<

Terry whirled around, this sounded like a drinking contest, one of which he hadn't been in since high school. The only people standing around were Kasim, Hellboy, Thane, and Tabby. He ruled out the first three immediately, as the voice was all wrong, so all that left was...Tabby? He downed the rest of his gin and tonic and addressed Tabby with a mock bow.

"My dearest lady, I accept your challenge." He remembered that Kasim didn't want anything getting out of hand, so he addressed him too. "Umm...hey Kasim, O keeper of everything alcoholic, you don't mind if we start a friendly drinking game, do you?"

Terry felt rather certain that he could drink everyone here under the table except for HB, but knowing Tabby, she probably had a plan whizzing around in that head of hers.

[Kasim Chionesu]

Kasim blinked a few times, looking from face to face, but especially from Tabby to Terry and HB. Were they serious? Oh lord.... "I guess as long as it doesn't get too rowdy...But I can cut you guys off if I feel like it gets out of hand. That's the only terms. And no puking on the books or in Abe's tank. He'll kill me."

[loki]

"Yuss!" Thane cried, pumping his free fist in the air before accepting the bottle from Kasim. "You came through for me big time, brother! No offense, but that stale donkey piss you Americans think pass for beer just doesn't cut it for me! Ha ha!" He winked. "Well, okay, Bud ain't too bad..."
Thane had been about to go on when he noted Hellboy's particular attention upon his plate of food. The were-hawk instinctively felt the muscles in his back tighten and the feathers on his wings ruffled, a warning hiss building in his broad chest.
But then everyone's attention shifted to Tabby and the challenge she had laid out, and he felt his muscles and feathers relax.
With a broad smile, Thane then shotgun'd half his Moosehead in one pull and said gleefully, "Now what kind of a man would I be if I chickened out of this? Hope you're ready to have photographs taken of you in embarrassing poses when you pass out, Tabz! Nobody drinks a Canadian under the table!" Thane was confident he would be able to drink more than the small woman, and that he could drink just as much as Terry if not more. Hellboy... well, who knew? Thane was a large man with an ample metabolism, but even he was dwarfed next to the demon.

[Tabby Whitman-Foster]

"Uh-huh. Yeah." Tabby said skeptically to all the retorts from HB, Terry, and Thane, all the while putting on a front of confidence. MIT wasn't a party school, but Tabby did her fair share of drinking...and Jager Bombs... She leaned against the bar and grinned at Kasim. "Fine, you can cut us off...But let us get pig-faced first, 'kay?"

Tabby surveyed the other patrons of the Christmas party. "So what do we start with?" She asked her fellow drinkers. "Rules are that each person has to keep up with the forerunner. If they fall behind, give up, or black-out, then they're out. Last person standing or last person not to puke or give out of black out wins."

[fuzzy]

>>>"...Nobody drinks a Canadian under the table!"<<< Terry raised an eyebrow at this, never having heard this statement said before. Upon hearing this, Terry smiled broadly "There's a first time for everything, Thane." He listened intently to Tabby as she laid out the rules, it sounded pretty straightforward, last one standing wins. There was no doubt in his mind who was going to win though, it was big, red, and standing right next to him. Tabby started taking opinions on what everyone would like to drink in this competition.

"Well, I say something hard, shots. Though I can't be really specific without knowing what you've got in that little fridge of wonders there, Kasim." He pointed at the man standing behind the bar.

[hb]

OOC:Calm down! I can only post so fast! Dx

Hellboy straightened up slightly. A drinking contest? Of course he was down! However, if Liz were here, she surely wouldn't approve... But Liz wasn't here, was she? No, she was off alone somewhere. Hellboy's face fell slightly, but he regained his cheer almost immediantly. A drinking contest! He turned to his would-be opponents. The girl, Tabby, claimed she was Irish, but she seemed like a lightweight (hey, even Irishmen - and women- have to start somewhere, right?). The other two seemed like they could hold their own, if only for a little while. Surely Hellboy was to be the victor.

"Alright, I agree to your terms." Hellboy replied in a nonchalant tone. "On one condition: you aren't allowed to use your camera. No one else can take pictures, either." He remembered how much Liz hated his drinking, and the last thing he needed was for her to see pictures of him at the party. If fate decided to act in his favor, she wouldn't come to the party, either.

[Abe Sapien]

He stilled his vain struggling when she neared. The warmth of her presence was inviting and it both soothed and unnerved him. Before the princess, hardly did one see the man behind the blue skin except for the brain he had been blessed with. Red and Lizzie were the exception but both saw him as something akin to a brother and a withdrawn one that that. Nuala made him feel more and confusing as it was, he savored it as one would a fine wine. Her hands at his waist absorbed his thoughts and he unconsciously tightened the muscles along his back as the garland tickled. At least he hoped that was the garland. She circled him and Abe angled his head down as she worked at the last bit around his hands eventually freeing him.

"Is that better?"

Abraham made a dramatic show of spreading his fingers, the gossamer webbing stretching before working his arms and extended them at the elbow. “Much better, I’m quite glad I shall never have to battle a beast of ornaments and garland. I may have to inquire your protection.” He attempted a laugh but it fell flat as he sheepishly raised a hand and scratched a single finger underneath his gills. Yes, he was quite the fearless fish man. If he could roll his eyes he could, even cheesy Christmas decorations could best him. Abe fell silent as he watched the princess wind the previously vicious ornamentation around her arm and as garish as it looked on him, it seemed to be made for her.

"Shall we?"

“We shall.” Abraham settled his hand briefly atop of the one wrapped around his arm before gently leading the princess away from her room. He didn’t need to ask for her not to say anything of the garland mishap, at their touch she would know what he thought. He walked in silence, enjoying the soft hand underneath his before becoming aware that he was doing so. He pulled his hand away and lifted it slightly. “Did you know that tomorrow will be Winter Solstice? It’s a day where the sun’s position in the sky is at its greatest distance from the equator? Pacal Votan, he ruled the empire of Nah Chan Palenque and he said that, well…” Abe paused and quieted the normal theological chatter that seemed to arise whenever he was hesitant. “That isn’t quite the Christmas conversation I was going for.” The couple weaved slowly through the labyrinth of corridors following the same path he had taken to the princesses room.

“Do you celebrate any form of winter festivity, your highness?”

[nuala]

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Nuala had to chuckle at that - Abe always knew how to make her laugh. While Hellboy might think his jokes were cheesy, Nuala enjoyed them very much. "I would be glad to save you from these glittery beasts, Abraham." She replied, giving her arm which had the garland wrapped around it a small flick. It was a bit itchy, but she enjoyed its color and metallic sheen - she would be keeping it there, and it would make a good keepsake after the party.

As they headed away from her room, she enjoyed the feeling of his hand on top of hers as well - the cool, smooth, and slightly damp texture might not be pleasant to others - but it was unlike anything Nuala had ever felt before, and she enjoyed it. She found herself lost in her thoughts - until Abraham had pulled his hand away from hers. She tilted her head to look up at him, wondering why he had done so, but said nothing about it, figuring that he was just nervous. While he thought he didn't know how to act around her, he could do her no wrong - and found his careful antics to be rather adorable. Not that she would let him know that, or anything.

When he spoke of the Winter Solstice, her interest was piqued, and she watched him closely as he spoke, a smile on her face and her eyes conveying her interest and most certainly her happiness. She was just about to pose a question about all of this - very curious, and wanting to know more - when Abraham said,

“That isn’t quite the Christmas conversation I was going for.”

"It was very interesting none the less," She responded with a small nod, wondering if she try to ask about it now... She decided against it - if that was not what he wanted to talk about now, she would ask later. About to change the subject, Abraham beat her to it.

“Do you celebrate any form of winter festivity, your highness?”

Nuala was pleased to hear such a question - in fact, she had just been about to bring up what they celebrated in Bethmoora that was sort of like a Christmas celebration... Well, sort of. They didn't have some of the odd traditions that the humans did - like this 'Santa Claus' character and mistletoe and things like that - but they did have a celebration.

"Yes, we do. It is called the Geimhreadh iomlác Cothrom, which would be called the 'Winter Allfair' in your language," She started, her golden gaze drfiting along the decorated wall for a moment as the decorations started to grow more and more frequent, "We start the festivites on the day of the first snow with a very large feast, and I suppose there is a bit of gift-giving, but we do not celebrate it too extravagantly now..." She trailed off, not really wanting to explain why they didn't make it such a big holiday anymore. She figured that Abraham could guess way - their land was war-ravaged, and was not nearly as significant as it once was, and their people did not find the holidays to be as cheerful as they once were. Enough of those thoughts, though. Nuala cleared her head as the door to the libaray came into sight - she could hear the commotion from where they were - no doubt the party had already started. [/size][/color][/ul]

[Tabby Whitman-Foster]

Tabby frowned and looked at her camera forlornly. "That is not cool." She sighed and took the camera, stashing it on top of one of the bookcases after taking the batteries out of it and setting them on the bar. "Fine. But that was gonna be at least a third of the fun, man."

Tabby clapped her hands together once, rolled her shoulders back, and adjusted the top of her dress. "All right, let's do this!"

[Kasim Chionesu]

"Hard liquor and shots?" Kasim echoed. "Just a second." He knelt down, grabbing a handful of shot glasses from one of the containers under the table and he set four of them up on the table. After some more rustling around, he grabbed a bottle of Kamchatka Vodka, a bottle of peppermint Schnapps, and some Bailey's. "This might not be exactly hard...But I'll do mostly vodka."

He filled the shot glasses two-thirds full of vodka before adding a splash of Scnapps and a splash of Bailey's. "I figured 'Why not make it themed?' These are called Black Santa's...Highly concentrated, of course."

[loki]

OoC; ZOMG! I love Kasim's Santa hat! x3

BiC;
Thane winked and chuckled at Terry, the werehawk always appreciative of good humour even if it was his expense. The light laughter turned to a loud cheer as Tabby temporarily disabled her camera for the duration of the contest. Ok, yes, true, pictures snapped of drunken revelrie were fun and all, but if Thane wanted to win he obviously couldn't be puking - and if that evil instrument went off and blinded him while inebriated chances were high he would be tossing his cookies.
But that would not be the case, so he pushed it from his mind.

Kasim got another laugh out of the winged man at his presentation of the 'Black Santas'. He picked one up and brought it up to his nose, sniffing the concoction with a hooded expression of pleasure on his weathered face. "Mmm! Well, no time like now, so Merry Christmas Terry, Tabs, Kasim and HB, and here's coal in your eye." He held out his drink in two fingers as he waited for the others.

[brennalarose]

"Ooh, tonight's gonna get interesting!" Phia raised her own glass in toast. "Still, nice to see everybody merry! Salut!"

Phia contemplated drinking something stronger, considering the occasion. After all, Christmas only comes once a year. Same with New Year's... And St. Paddy's Day... And Easter... And Arbor Day...

When she put it that way, maybe she'd better stick with rum.

[Tabby Whitman-Foster]

Tabby grabbed her glas, taking care not to let the drink slosh over the side. "Black Santas, eh? Cuz they're naughty?" She asked aloud and cocked her head to the side, not really expecting an answer. Thane had took his too and seemed to be waiting for the others. Tabby wasn't gonna wait, though.

"I guess ladies first, huh? Ein, zwei, gazufa!" She said before throwing her head and the drink back. Tabby exhaled sharply after she swallowed and smacked her lips. "Pepperminty. But mostly vodka-y. I christen the flavor...alcohol-y."

[fuzzy]

Terry joined in the merriment at the disabling of Tabby's camera, not wanting any pictures of him to "mysteriously" end up on the internet, which sounded like something Tabby would do. He chuckled at Kasim's "Black Santas", and picked one up hurriedly, not wanting to be the last one to down the shot.

"Well, bottoms up!", he exclaimed as he downed his shot, nearly snorting it out from laughter as he heard Tabby christen the flavor. He did taste the peppermint though.

[Kasim Chionesu]

While the Black Santas were being downed, Kasim had hopped over to the laptop that was projecting the Christmas music and Googled Christmas themed alcoholic drinks. He kept the page up and returned to the bar, taking out some highball glasses.

"Technically not shots, I know..." Kasim said to no one as he lined four up. "You sure you don't want to get in on this, Phia?" kasim asked, winking. He pulled a bottle of Jägermeister out and yoinked some eggnog from the refreshments table. He filled the glasses half full with eggnong and filled the other half with Jägermeister. After a few rustlings under tables and finally the asking of someone to go to the kitchens, Kasim had a bottle of cinnamon and sprinkled the top of the drinks with it. "Jägernog, whenever you guys are done." He grinned.