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Yuletide Party! - By the Dorms, Monday Dusk Till Dawn

Between the dorms and preserve, a moderately sized--if only because dragging over more wood than was already stockpiled nearby was far too much work--fire was lit as the sun set and the longest night of the year began. In the main lobby and by the fire there were much larger supplies of spiced cider and ale.

...look, people in ye olde times really liked to get drunk and light things on fire. It was a time honored tradition.

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"Wow, if I knew you got this talky after a few drinks..."

Kennedy shook her head, smiling, and brought a hand up to trace the line of Tara's jaw. "You're gonna do bad things to my ego again. 'sides, look at you."

That might be a little hard at the moment, Kennedy.

"How'm I gonna get you to believe how gorgeous you are?"

The truth was, it wasn't going to happen, so Tara just laughed instead of answering.

"You were the one who said not-bad wasn't good enough!"

Well, at least Kennedy thought so? That made one of them, at least.

She waved an arm vaguely in what only an extremely kind person would call a circle. "This is a better than not-bad zone," she declared, nodding. "Also, hi."

"Hiii," Tara drawled. "Did I forget to say that? It's awesome that you came."

[OOC: NIGHT]

"I'm being supportive!" Kennedy was tipsy enough to be awfully proud of herself for that. "And stuff. 'cause it's important to you and... yes."

[[zomg sleeeeep. night!!!]]

Tara nodded with great enthusiasm. "'m glad," she said. "'Cause -- what I do is important to you, and what you do is important to me, an' -- Merlin made an owl!"

"Just made it? Out of what?" Kennedy asked, since that was the most comment-worthy thing here. (The rest of it was, she thought, a given... and still made her a little nervous.)

She wasn't that drunk that she needed to be hanging on to Tara; she just was. It seemed like the thing to do.

"He, like, took a toy owl and he made it come to life," Tara said. "... it's a practice run for a swan."

Which Merlin wanted to eat. Yeah, that was too weird.

"...trippy." Never mind the eating part; the toy owl coming to life was weird enough for Kennedy that she couldn't even come up with a quip. "Heyyyyyyy. That pony you said you wanted? I could ask him!"

"Seriously." Yeah, animating an animal was weird whether you wanted to eat it or not.

... and there was something about solving global food shortages, here, that Tara was not quite in a state of mind to grasp. She giggled instead.

"You could! A little tiny one, so I could keep it in the dorm room. And it could be purple!"

Sad to say, global food shortages weren't something that generally ranked high on Kennedy's problem-solving list, so that didn't even occur to her, for all the good that would have done anyone in her current happily-buzzed state anyway.

Despite any earlier denials, she leaned in to rest her head against Tara's shoulder and let out a giggle too-- it was infectious, okay? "You want one? 'cause I will so ask if you do. We could train it to give Mr. Moxy ponyback rides."

Tara reached her hands up to brush through Kennedy's hair. She might have been developing A Thing about Kennedy's hair, but shhhh, secret.

"I was thinking littler than that," she said wistfully. "Like ... the size of a big kitty. They could be friends! It'd be about the cutest thing ever."

Apparently, alcohol made Tara believe all animals should be friends.

Kennedy was just fine keeping that a secret if it meant Tara was going to indulge in that Thing about her hair; funny enough, she was developing A Corresponding Thing about enjoying it. There was also a snuggling thing going on, which was new; she hadn't thought she was much of a snuggler, but there it was.

"I'll talk to him, then," she decided. "If you want a tiny purple pony, you should have a tiny purple pony."

It was a little sad how applicable that philosophy was to much of her approach to life, drunk or not.

Tara woozily clung to Kennedy. She was totally a snuggler, anyhow, even if she hadn't gotten many opportunities to find out.

"I'll let you name it."

Oh, that might be a bad idea. Kennedy came up with really dorky pet names, by which we meant names for pets and pet names for people.

"Well, I'm gonna have to get it for you first. Can't name it without seeing it!" That did actually make sense, didn't it? Even if this whole idea might be very slightly insane...

She was talking to the girl who inflicted the name Mr. Moxy on a defenseless kitten. Whatever Kennedy came up with could only be a step up.

"You're right," Tara decided. "'twould suck if you picked the wrong name before you saw it. It might make the horsie angry!"

That could be debatable, but Kennedy didn't think the nicknames she picked were lame.

"We don't wanna make the horsie angry," she agreed, and she'd just decided that it would be a really good idea to try and spin them around in a circle.

All right, so spinning suddenly like that made Tara's stomach register a mild protest, but she could deal. She just ... had .. to ... stop ... moving.

There.

And it seemed like a really good time to try to kiss Kennedy again, too.

It was always a good time for that! Well, if you asked Kennedy, who reached up to put her arms around Tara's neck. She didn't need to take her time and prolong the kiss as much as possible to give them a chance to recover from the spinning; she just wanted to.

"Happy, um..." What was this holiday called again?

"Yule," Tara supplied, gently, pulling back just enough to talk before getting back to that prolonged kiss. "Happy Yule."

Kennedy could have pulled back in turn to respond in words, never exactly finding herself at a shortage of them. But it was a cold night, there was a crackling fire, and wrapping her arms a little more tightly around Tara as she devoted her full attention to the kiss seemed like a much more eloquent answer. She'd be happy to go with that, instead.

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