MORNING AFTER!

[herophelia]

This is a meme about the Christmas party that took place at betenoire_logs.

The drinks were flowing freely, the band played into the wee hours of the night, and everyone left with a gift and a feeling of joy in their hearts. (Right?)

The question is, what happened once you left that ballroom? Did you go straight home? Were you alone? Did you just decide not to leave? Is anybody passed out on a buffet table?

I don't know, but you do, so tell us all about it!

OOC: This meme does not count for game canon. Though it can, if you want it to, and you agree with everyone else involved. Your character does not have to have attended the party to participate in this meme. Your character doesn't even have to be in the game.

This is an opportunity for those of us who are unsure to take Dreamwidth for a test drive. So everybody just have fun!

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[idolstolemylook]

Spike wandered away from the party eventually, at least two sheets to the wind and humming. Until he broke out in song.

"God rest ye merry gentlemen, let nothing you dismay!" He half shouted the words, his pitch accurate enough but his rhythm a little hard to follow.

[hypospraying]

"Someone's found the holiday spirit," Christine quipped, smiling at the display.

[idolstolemylook]

Spike turned around, beaming. "Why. D'you lose it?"

[hypospraying]

"Not at all. It's just nice to see I'm not the only one." She chuckled at his bright smile. "So is this all the result of holiday cheer, or have you been enjoying holiday booze too?"

[idolstolemylook]

Spike pondered that. "Nope. Think it's all the booze," he confirmed. "Christmas an' all that don't do a lot for me."

[hypospraying]

"Well at least you've found a 'reason for the season,' huh?"

[idolstolemylook]

"Booze's a reason for lots of things, love," Spike said. He stopped, looking her over. "You're out late, then, aren't you?"

[hypospraying]

"Just got off work. Shame I had to miss the whole party. From the people I've seen going home, it was a lively affair." And here she was in simple jeans and her winter coat. She would have liked to have been able to attend and show off a lovely ball gown.

[idolstolemylook]

Spike shrugged. "Bunch of overdressed wankers pretendin' they're Scrooge on Christmas morning," he said, though there was no dip in his cheerfulness.

[hypospraying]

She laughed and shrugged. "What can I say? I like dressing up in fancy clothes."

[idolstolemylook]

Spike sniffed. "Had enough of that back when," he said. "Guess that's nostalgia for you." He looked alarmed for a moment. "Not the... corsets, an' such," he qualified. "Didn't wear those. Well. Not as a rule."

[hypospraying]

His expression caused her to chuckle lightly.

"I'll have to take your word for it then. But I should let you get to wherever you're going. It's cold out here."

[idolstolemylook]

Spike looked around. "Is it?" He shrugged, totally missing any implication that she might be cold. "Not really an issue, blondie."

[hypospraying]

"It is to me, blondie. My toes are frozen." She smirked and took a gloved hand out of her pocket to pull up her scarf to her chin.

"Take it easy, party animal."

OTA ] [ waiting at the bar

[huntersdaughter]

[Jo's been a good girl all evening. She was polite and social and nice. She even wore a dress. Now, she's sitting on a chair, near the bar, using both hands to hold onto her drink. She hasn't finished it quite yet, but she's gonna.


Unless someone takes it away from her or takes her away from it.]

[fixedpointintime]

Is that two fisted approach indicative of drunkenness or resolve?

[Jack has also been good (depending on your definition of the word) all evening. He's certainly given more than a few people one hell of a mistletoe memory.]

[huntersdaughter]

I think it's mostly just making sure I don't drop it. [She sighs, glancing up at Jack with a small smile.]

I haven't seen you in a while.

[fixedpointintime]

It's been a busy couple of months.

[She hasn't asked him to sit, but Jack does so anyway.]

How have you been?

[huntersdaughter]

[She shrugs, turning the stool to face him a bit more.]

Crappy.

You?

[sacredtodruids]

[She sits on the bottom of the stairs, holding a glass of champagne. It's possible she's had one too many already. The tiny redhead is half buried in the volume of her dress. If you catch her eye, she will smile a pretty smile at you.]

[capj_harkness]

He came down the stairs, spotting her shock of red hair amidst the layers of white froth that threatened to conceal her entirely.

"Nice dress," he told her with a warm smile.

[sacredtodruids]

"What are you doing here?" she asked, peering up at him and wrinkling her nose a bit as she did so.

He'd been somewhere else. Now he was here.

Oh, the champagne was nice.

[capj_harkness]

"I was invited," he told her with a smirk. "I was just leaving. Do you need a lift?"

[sacredtodruids]

"Um..."

She furrowed her brow at him. After forming a circle with her hand, she lifted it up to her eye to peer at him, as if through a telescope.

"Ahoy!" she announced merrily.

[capj_harkness]

"Ahoy," he said back, offering her his hand.

[sacredtodruids]

She pulled on his hand, trying to yank him down instead of pulling herself up.

Bonnie felt immensely pleased with herself over this plan.

[capj_harkness]

Jack did stumble forward a moment, caught by surprise, but managed to stop himself falling on her, looking at her in amusement.

"What are you doing?" he asked with a grin.

[sacredtodruids]

"Sit with me," she commanded and in the same breath added "Tell me how pretty I am."

Drunk Bonnie, it seemed, was also demanding Bonnie.

[capj_harkness]

Jack laughed, sitting down beside her gamely.

"There's a planet," he told her, "where they actually have a unit of measurement for beauty."

[sacredtodruids]

"What kind of measurement? Like, one through ten or apples through oranges?"

Yeah, she was pretty skunked.

[capj_harkness]

"More like Watts," he told her. "You have to measure beauty the same way you measure light: in terms of power."

[original_fine]

Jim had enjoyed himself. More than he had in awhile, in fact, and by the end of the evening (and Tio was taken good care of, he knew that) he was beaming at just about everyone, whether he knew them or not.