The Most Wonderful Party of the Year

[lastfonmasterguardian]

Who: Anyone and everyone!
Where: Cuppa Kupo
When: December 23rd
Summary: It's time for Cuppa Kupo's first annual Christmas Party! The party details are in an OOC post here and an IC post .
Warnings: None! (At the moment, anyway).





[It's the 23rd of December, and, as promised, Kuppa Cupo has opened its doors for the first (and hopefully not last) Christmas/Starlight party!]

[The entire restaurant is decorated for the season, complete with a large tree near the entrance. The ceiling is covered in lights, and the tables all have matching red and green tablecloths. Near the wall, the catering table is packed with food.]

[Even the helper moogles are taking part in the festivities, with many of them wearing elf or santa costumes. Whether you came early to help set up, or arrived fashionably late, enjoy!]

Comments

[sullenstallion]

[Sparks, he's never seen you outside the holding cell he lived in for a month, and this is confusing him.]

This is...this is weird, right?

[red_planet_blues]

[Sparks isn't in super-serious work mode right now, either. Though there's really not a lot of difference, really. The problem is that Sparks is always in work mode. He regards Dylas a bit skeptically, but tis the season for giving, or whatever. After a moment, he hands a bowl over to Dylas.]

Yeah. It is. But let's pretend it ain't for one day.

[sullenstallion]

Are you...

[He lets the start to his question hang in the air. Chili. It's been a long time since he's had anything to eat that he hasn't made himself or ordered from a restaurant.]

Good? Are you good?

[red_planet_blues]

Am I good? What's that mean?

[He starts to sound accusatory, but catches himself and reins it back in with a moment's pause.]

Yeah, I'm-- good. We're good. Everythin's good cuz it's Christmas, that's how it works. You gonna eat this? I'm not gonna stand here with it forever.

[He wiggles the bowl at Dylas a little.]

[sullenstallion]

Are you doing good? ...Well. Are you alright?

[He wants to die again. He hasn't seen this man since sitting in the cell. Staring down at him feels a lot different from watching him from the other room.]

Er, sure. Yeah. I'll try it. Thanks.

[He takes the bowl. He doesn't dig in yet, but he's not eyeing it with disgust or anything either.]

[red_planet_blues]

Good as things get around here lately. Now eat. 'S gettin' cold.

[He grabs a serving himself, and takes a bite of a spoonful, looking at Dylas flatly. See? He's not poisoned.]

Or do ya not like spicy stuff, or somethin'?

[sullenstallion]

No!

[He's quick to object to that idea.]

No, I, uh. It's just been a while since anyone's cooked for me. Even if it's not...really for me.

[Dylas is a bit worried about getting some on his suit (come on, he looks great), but he takes a small spoonful and eats it without complaint.]

Thanks.

[red_planet_blues]

It's fer everybody. You're part of everybody.

[And hey, it's pretty good chili, so that's something.]

'N it's nothin'. I know it ain't, like, a real Christmas gift or anythin', but I'm not great at picking out gifts anyway.

[sullenstallion]

[Ugh. It's being part of 'everybody' that's difficult.]

It's not bad.

[He'll take another bite, even! What a rare treat. At least it's not sweet.]

I haven't given a gift to anyone in a long time. Maybe I should've brought some fish or something.

[red_planet_blues]

Somethin' tells me that's actually praise out of a guy like you. [He knows. He's the same way.]

Ya might wanna get on givin' some out, if there's anyone here you think needs one. Our time here might be gettin' thin. [Really he should be taking his own advice.]

[sullenstallion]

Heh. You're not wrong.

[And that gets a little smirk out of him. See? He knows he's a difficult piece of shit. It's kind of funny.

The next comment is more sobering, however.]

Do you really think this place can be saved? You've been here longer than I have.

[red_planet_blues]

[Sparks starts to say something, but stops, sighing lightly. Normally his ego is too big to admit defeat, but Crystallis has worn on him. He's tired.]

I think there's a chance. Not a good one, but I think we can do somethin' if we can manage to work together fer once.

[sullenstallion]

[He looks tired. Then again, Dylas has seen him at work. He knows Sparks is about as lively as a rock sometimes.]

I guess we can't just punch something until it stops. What a pain in the ass.

[red_planet_blues]

Yeah. Why can't that always be the solution to problem? It's so much easier when it is.

[Looks like they have at least something in common.]

[sullenstallion]

Yeah. [His tone immediately sounds a bit more pleased.] That's how I'm used to doing things, anyways.

[If he didn't sound like a thug before, he sure does now. He even comes with a murder rap!]

Do you ever...need help with punching things?

[red_planet_blues]

I mean, sometimes? Like in what capacity? As a Hero or as a lawman?

[He doesn't know about you being cut out for the law, Dylas.]

[sullenstallion]

I dunno. [He shrugs.] As me, I guess. You know more about what's going on this place a hell of a lot more than I do.

argh sorry, i thought i answered this

[red_planet_blues]

Maybe.

[He used to know what was going on, but has been too overwhelmed in recent months, but is far too self-assured to admit it.]

How 'bout, if something comes up, and we need to punch it hard, I'll let ya know. I'm positive it'll happen sooner than later.

[sullenstallion]

I'd like that. I mean, if you'd like that. I still owe you from letting me crash at your place for so long.

[The jail is not 'his place,' but Dylas will gladly pretend it is.]