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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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If you end up going with any of this, Arthur, just don't tell Katchoo where you solicited advice.

"What's it to you if I do?" Stop being belligerent, Kennedy. "I mean, I have a ton of ideas, but other hand? Pretty sure it won't do you any good."

It wasn't Arthur's fault that his knowledge of What Girls Liked (Outside Of The Bedroom) ended at '...flowers' and '... cards?'

"I have some friends who'd like to spend some time to celebrate their friendship," he said, with a light shrug. "You're a girl. You know... about girl things."

"Celebrate their friendship," Kennedy echoed, her left eyebrow twitching upward in time with the amused quirk of the corner of her mouth. "Right. If that's the kind of celebrating you mean, good thing you're asking the expert."

She probably hadn't been kidding when she told Beka she'd left her modesty (not that kind, Arthur) in a hall closet at home.

"Then startle me with your wisdom," Arthur said, dryly. "Karla suggested Lost Vegas, but I'm not sure if that's quite it."

Karla and Arthur, obviously, had to start a Bad Geography Club.

"Vegas?" Kennedy mused. "They don't call it Sin City for nothing. It's a thought, but that's where you usually go to hook up with random people and not worry about learning their names."

Not that she'd ever done it personally. Details.

Arthur pulled a face. "At least one of them is a good Christian," he said, "Sin City's hardly the place."

"Psssssssht." Kennedy leaned back on her hands, smirking. "You'd be amazed how crazy girls like that can be in bed. Like, wow. Especially in a place like Vegas. But still... it's winter. Somewhere warm'd be good."

... Thank you, Kennedy, Arthur was trying very hard not to think about his hand on a certain breast back during the summer. Ahem.

"Somewhere warm," he echoed. "That's not too bad..."

Any time, Arthur. Really. It was a really good thing Kennedy didn't realize she was inspiring vaguely dirty thoughts in people without even trying. She didn't need that ego trip.

"Or there's the ski resort option," she continued. "Always good for encouraging people to... warm each other up afterward."

Yes, that was a thoroughly unsubtle eyebrow waggle.

And now his mind was firmly out of that and into wondering how much Katchoo would thank him if that actually wound up happening.

"As long as it's warm," he repeated, finally, making it clear in his voice that he was refusing to pick up on the innuendo.

Which was impossible without picking up on the innuendo, but we never said he responded to sense.

Sense. Sense was overrated.

"Oh, it would be," Kennedy drawled, grinning. "In the best kind of way, too."

"Well, you've given me a few things to think about," he said, graciously, "You may return to your gesturing, or... whatever it was what you were doing."

He was trying to be nice.

"Does this mean you're gonna stop killing my buzz now?" Kennedy reached for her mug of cider again. Somehow, that sort of behavior from people in the general vicinity of her social class just inspired extra-bratty behavior from her in response.

One of these days she was going to end up challenging him to a shooting contest and that just wouldn't end well, but that would require more sobriety than was in her possession at the moment.

Arthur smiled at her, all teeth. "I'm sure your buzz will serve as great company to you," he said, and got up.

He was two for two in terms of pissing off people in his social stratum through politeness today. The bitchiness ran deep.

"Better than you, anyway," Kennedy retorted several seconds later (she'd had to take a moment to work on that whole buzz thing again, and you couldn't snark very well with a mouthful of cider).

...dammit. She'd so lost that round again, hadn't she? Gah.

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