The Annual BPRD Christmas Party!

[drjuliusmayfair]

***"So you're the new flatfoot, eh? Terry Jones, resident expert on hitting things. Good to have you." ***

There was a slap on the back and Julius's drink slopped down the front of his jacket and on the table. He grabbed a couple napkins to soak up the mess and smiled at Terry, "Ah... thank you." He blotted at the stain on his jacket, closing his eyes in horror when he saw it looked like he had wet himself.

Niiice first impressions. He removed his jacket and his vest and went to his bags by the door, folding his clothes over the bag to be pressed later. He now whore a white button up shirt and his bright green pants. Very nice pants. All his clothing was very expensive and he prided himself on his appearance. He put his fedora back on his head at a jaunty angle and went back for another drink. He took a shot for courage, grabbed a glass of egg nog and mingled with the crowd, introducing himself every few feet. he could tell the FBI agents from BPRD agents.

FBI always had a way about them. As if they were too uptight, a stick up the ass, as it were. That Kasim fellow had a good look about him. Not one of the nameless red shirts that filled this room, Jules thought to himself as he introduced himself to a small group of agents.

[Kasim Chionesu]

Kasim smiled at Julius' retreating back before turning to his shots. "All right. I think...it's time to get serious about this, boys and girls." He pulled up another recipe from the laptop before returning to the table and steepling his fingers, trying to look evil even though he couldn't help but smile. "This one is called the Three Wisemen."

Kasim pulled out the Jägermeister once more, followed by a bottl of Rumplemintz, and finally...A bottle of Jose Cuervo Tequila. He pulled out shot glasses again and combined each of the three liquors into the glasses. "Time to draw this to a close, I think. Remember, no barfing."

[Tabby Whitman-Foster]

"YESSSS! A new ginger!" Tabby said a little too exuberantly. The drink...was certainly starting to hit her. She tottered dangerously on her red high heels before decidedly kicking them off. She clapped Julius on the back. "Nice to have you around man! I am Tabby, Tabby. Resident tech...geek...chick!"

Tabby turned to the new choice of poison and winced when she saw the tequila. "Oh you clever, clever man with the tequila." Tabby grabbed her shot and turned to the others. "I bet I'll be puking my weight in...puke tomorrow."

[fuzzy]

Terry didn't know if it was a side-effect of him becoming a werewolf, but drink really didn't seem to hit him as hard as it should. He already had five rather large shots in him, and was only feeling a little buzzed, and judging from Tabby, he should be falling off of his chair right about now.

>>>Time to draw this to a close, I think. Remember, no barfing."<<<

Terry turned to Kasim, "Cut us off? You mean we've got a nightly limit or something? If that's the case, this "Three Wise Men" of yours better be worth it." Staring at the glass full of alcohol, he squinted, poking fun at himself, "All four of them." And knocked it back.

[Kasim Chionesu]

"I am not cutting you off, sir...I'm just upping the ante." Kasim grinned and started filling shot glasses with tequila and pulling out lime and salt shakers. "I think I was quite fair with the themed shots but now...I think we'll switch to drinks that'll put some hair on chests."

He cast a wary eye at the two ladies who were participating. "I uh...I don't mean any offense, ladies. I'm just uh...um...yes. I'll be quiet and pour the tequila now."

[drjuliusmayfair]

***"YESSSS! A new ginger!" Tabby said a little too exuberantly. She tottered dangerously on her red high heels before decidedly kicking them off. She clapped Julius on the back. "Nice to have you around man! I am Tabby, Tabby. Resident tech...geek...chick!"***

What was it that made people want to slap him on the back? Thank goodness this time he kept his drink from sloshing on him, it was spilled on someone else. He smiled at Tabby, raising his now empty cup at her, "Cheers, love."

His accent was a little thicker, having just spoke with a fellow Scotchman among the FBI agents. He wove his way through the crowd and picked up a Three Wisemen. He sniffed it then whistled, his nose burning.

"Put hair on our chest, aye? More like burn it off." He raised his glass and then drained it. He coughed, covering his mouth and closed his eyes against the tears. He slapped his glass down. He avoided the straight tequila, disliking to drink it, but it made a good show to spit fire. He eyed the shots, deciding not to spit fire here, in a room full of people. he had to have something to show them at the next party.

He ordered another Seven&seven to nurse the rest of the night. he didn't want his first full day on the job to be hampered by a headache and vomit flavoured breath.

[hb]

Hellboy looked toward a woman who was addressing him. She was slightly blurred along the edges, and it took him a moment to recognize her as the BPRD weapons tech. He merely shrugged in response to her statement.

Just then another man sauntered up to the table and introduced himself to Kasim and instantly decided that he didn't like him. There was something about him, perhaps his manner of speech or the way he carried himself. He seemed like a goody-two-shoes, someone who would try and keep the demon in line.

One of the other men, the one without the wings, clapped the new man on the back, causing the redhead's drink to slosh down his front. Hellboy smiled for the first time that night as the man went to deposit his jacket next to his things. He instantly decided that his new drinking buddy wasn't so bad after all, and felt like clapping the boy on his back as well.

Preoccupied, he reached for a Three Wiseman with his stone arm. What resulted was smashed shot glasses and liquor bottles, a broken fold-able table, and one sheepish bringer of the apocalypse.

OOC: Nothing personal, Jules. ;]

[Sister Angeleanna]

After the rush of drinking, Angeleanna quietly excused herself from the growing crowd. There was no need to mix her up in those things and doubted they needed her frowning at them all night. It was a little childish to kill brain cells and eventually make a fool out of themselves. It was not something she did not approve of nor saw the use in it. She lifted the apple cider Kasim had handed to her to her mouth and listened to the faint hiss of bubbles and took a tentative sip. It burned slightly and the nun winced, not use to drinking carbonated drinks. She casually lowered it to her waist and held the long stem between her fingers.

She wandered absently back to the Christmas tree and reached out to touch the dark green needles of a hanging branch. The arrival of others did not go unnoticed and Angel was content to watch them from beside the tree. Near her feet a mini fortress of present were piled up on one another, every one of them with a different name. She nudged one with the toe of her boot to reveal Anna Sophia’s name and smiled. Turning her gaze upward she followed the lazily winding garland atop the second floor railing and spotted Frankie as she emerged from the dark like a haunted soul. Her dark clothing nearly hide her and it was almost frightening at how quiet she was.

She pointed upwards in a hint for him to look up and then retreated back into the second level, smiling to herself.

“Oh miss Francesca,” her voice took on a gentle chiding tone but she doubted she could be heard above the gregarious greetings of a new member. She smiled and waved as the man looked around but excused herself to the spiraling stairwell. She shifted her hold on her glass and took a fold of her habit’s length to avoid tripping and climbed. The rustic smell of books filled her senses as she breathed deeply and was transported to happy memories. “I can see why you choose this location.” Angeleanna bowed her head towards where Frankie had slipped back and peered over the railing. “May I join you?”

[Frankie Guidicini]

Frankie, having not hear Sister Angeleanna's first greeting and had returned to a sofa. She threw back the rest of her martini and sat the empty glass on the floor, near the leg of the sofa so she wouldn't overturn or bump into it. At that moment, Angel emerged from the staircase. Frankie managed a small smile for the nun.

>>“I can see why you choose this location.” Angeleanna bowed her head towards where Frankie had slipped back and peered over the railing. “May I join you?”<<

"In party settings, I find that the prepubescent at heart seem to avoid this place." Frankie responded, leaning back into the sofa. That probably sounded a little more biting than she meant, but she didn't really care; after all, it wasn't meant towards the sister. "Of course you may join me." She scooted to the severe left side of the sofa so that both the women could have plenty of room. "Merry Christmas. Has anyone passed out from alcohol poisoning yet?"

[Tabby Whitman-Foster]

Tabby blinked twice at the sudden destruction of the makeshift bar. Her legs and bare feet were splashed with liquor and she thankfully didn't feel any glass embed into her tootsies. "Um....Wow." She carefully maneuvered to get her heels and put them on. "Does...does that mean we're done? We should probably clean this up before..." She cast a wary glance at Abe.

Tabby grabbed a stack of napkins from the refreshment table and crouched down to start mopping up alcohol. "Hellboy....Dude..." She stood and tossed the napkins into the trash. "You ok there, dude? I don't think glass would hurt that hand of yours...but are you ok?"

[drjuliusmayfair]

He was glad he had his drink before the table was smashed, thought he thought something would happen later in the evening. he looked from tabby to Hellboy. Jules had been standing very close to the table and his hand was still poised in the air with his drink as booze sloshed over his pants and shoes. Well, there goes that outfit. He had lost better outfits in more bizarre fashions but this one was a good one. Though the feeling of cold booze seeping into his socks was... not pleasant.

He looked at his pants, the Seven and Seven then turned to the crowd, "Anyone have beer?" He removed a handkerchief from his vest pocket and handed it to hellboy.

[Kasim Chionesu]

Kasim had just finished Julius' Seven and Seven when a dull noise that was like a hybrid of a crunch and shattering glass sounded. He closed his eyes and felt a slightly misting of alcohol on his face. He opened his eyes and surveyed the ruins. "Well...I think that calls it for the drinking contest!" He said, laughing. He noticed that HB looked a little sheepish and, trying to make him feel better, Kasim smiled warmly.

He was happy he wasn't wearing an overcoat, because that would have constricted him from bending. He began moving the liquor bottles and mini-fridges from under the wreckage. "I think now would be a good time for us all to just...clean this up and have some wholesome, less liver corroding fun."

[fuzzy]

It really wasn't much of a crash, more like the sound one gets when one steps on an empty beer can. Terry turned around, and saw HB sitting next to a broken fold-able table, liquor bottles, and about a dozen shot glasses. If HB wasn't already the color, he would've probably been bright red. Terry didn't know the hulking demon that well, but he seemed to have been out of sorts the entire night so far. His philosophy was that sympathy only made things worse, steeled himself, and gave HB a friendly shove, hoping that the alcohol might've opened up HB's personality a bit, so Terry wouldn't get his head bitten off. He tried. Damn, it was like shoving a boulder, you couldn't move it.

"Red, wrong arm, think of the poor tequila!"

Not the best of jokes, but Terry was slightly drunk at this time, and most anything would be considered giggle-worthy to him. He noticed Tabby grabbing some napkins and attempting to clean up the mess, Terry grabbed a handful and started to help.

>>>"Well...I think that calls it for the drinking contest!"<<<

While Terry didn't exactly agree with the sentiment, he did notice that Tabby was even having trouble crouching down to mop up the alcohol. So he complied. He also winced when he heard the tone Tabby took with HB, he didn't even know the big demon that well, and still could tell that the guy absolutely abhorred sympathy. Terry stood up to throw the napkins in the trash, and saw everyone standing around the bar. The new guy, Dr. Julius something-or-other was standing there, with an expression halfway between amusement and terror on his face, staring at his shoes. No doubt he was worried about his clothes again, Terry looked at his own pants, they were probably ruined, glass ripping the knees to shreds, and they were soaked in tequila, vodka, and other spirits. Terry looked from HB's sheepish face, to Jules' amused one, to Tabby's knocked-off-her-block-drunk one, to Kasim's, and started to laugh. It might have been the alcohol, or it might have been the sight of five people, considered adults, throwing furtive glances over at Abe, as if they were afraid to get caught with their collective hand inside the proverbial cookie jar. But this cookie jar was made of alcohol.

[Sister Angeleanna]

Angeleanna smiled warmly and nodded her appreciation of being allowed to share the quiet spot with the older woman. “I agree, we get to have the fun of watching from above.” The sharp tone was not overlooked but rather noted in hushed thoughts. She trailed a finger across the wooden railing and paused long enough to trace the edge of a prickly garland of silver and green. She made her way to the appointed side of the couch she had been given and soft sound of protest that was half groan, half sigh of satisfaction slipped from her lips. “My goodness, that was unnecessary of me.” She laughed in the quiet air and crossed her legs at the ankle, casually tucking them to the side and rested her glass atop her lap.

"Merry Christmas. Has anyone passed out from alcohol poisoning yet?"

“And a most Merry Christmas to you miss Francesca.” Her brow creased slightly. “I certainly hope not, but I know at least a few are going to try.” Her voice took on the normal scolding tone. “I do wish they wouldn’t, one can have fun without being drunk.” The nun twisted the glass in her hands and deliberated on the rest of the towering Christmas tree. It was truly beautiful.

What resulted was smashed shot glasses and liquor bottles, a broken fold-able table, and one sheepish bringer of the apocalypse.

“How have-” The sudden jarring crash made the nun start momentarily and she sat forward in a attempt to peer over the railing too far to quite see over. Voice floated up from the silence that followed, none sounding hostile and Angeleanna pursed her lips. “I’m not sure if I should be used to that sound or not. How have you been my dear? I’m afraid I haven’t seen much of anyone since Mexico.”

[Frankie Guidicini]

"Nonsense. A well earned sigh of relief is due to everyone now and then." Frankie nodded at Angel's comment. "There were no rude noises, so I think you were quite polite by today's standards, sister."

>>“And a most Merry Christmas to you miss Francesca.” Her brow creased slightly. “I certainly hope not, but I know at least a few are going to try.” Her voice took on the normal scolding tone. “I do wish they wouldn’t, one can have fun without being drunk.”<<

"Kids are kids." Frankie shrugged. "For them, alcohol enhances everything because they are not yet mature enough to think of better things to do with their time." If one didn't know that Frankie was over a century old, they would have thought that she was the pot calling the kettle black. "Though I must say it does come in handy if one is in a foxhole or in hiding for a good time." She smiled softly and nudged the martini glass ever so slightly beneath the sofa a little more just as there was a crash from beneath. Angel looked slightly to see what had happened, but Frankie just closed her eyes and said, "See what I mean? Kids."

>>“I’m not sure if I should be used to that sound or not. How have you been my dear? I’m afraid I haven’t seen much of anyone since Mexico.”<<

Frankie laughed shortly and leaned back in her seat. "I have been." She plainly stated. "Evadne, Theeson, Terry and I had a bit of fun in the middle of the night in a forest preserve, you lucky girl." She fiddled with her ring a little bit and asked, "Are you planning on leaving the Bureau for a few days over holiday? Or, rather, do you have anything exciting planned?"