[NYE Party] happy new year and lots of fun

[nascensibility]

Who: EVERYONE, but especially you!
Where: Wonderland Ballroom
When: New Year's Eve
Rating: PG - PG13 (will change if applicable)
Summary: New Year's Eve Party
The Story:

[ Previously in the month all residents received an invitation to a formal event: a black tie affair to ring in the New Year. The ballroom and adjacent areas are decked out for the party starting at eight o'clock sharp, meticulously planned and executed, glittering décor to match the no doubt glittering attire as music pours into the halls from the dance floor.

Bars flank each side, service for all manner of alcohol unless a minor requests something, and the primary setting stage features an enormous clock for the countdown. ]




[ Where will you be when the clock strikes midnight? ]

Comments

Frank Castle | OTA

[scoutsniper]

[ Frank hasn't been hiding (technically) from everyone. Just mostly hiding, because all the Christmas decorations got to him--he'd looked forward to stepping back from the shit, doing the whole Norman Rockwell cliche shit with his family. You know, sledding, ice skating at the Rockefeller rink, getting stuck in permanent gridlock trying to see the big tree, gifts and wrapping paper and standing in line at Toys R Us and all that.

Not going to happen. Not ever. And yeah, hit him kind of hard. So he lay low for the holiday. But it was time to crawl out of the self-pity swamp, so here he is. He's even scraped something resembling Marine mess dress out of the closet. A for effort, at least.

He's most likely standing around the edge of the room, holding a drink he's not really drinking in his hand, trying to look like he's having a good time. If he's not there, he's at the food table, squinting dubiously at the array of hor d'oeuvres, wondering where, you know, actual food is hiding. ]

[livemoore]

[ Liv, in her decidedly not ball gown, makes her way to Frank with a fresh drink and smiles a little. ]

You look like you'd rather be anywhere else.

[scoutsniper]

[ At least a familiar and non-judgy face. Looking pretty fancy, too. ]

Believe it or not, there actually are some places I've been that are worse.

[At least they had booze here.]

[livemoore]

I think I'll have to go with believing you on that one. But it is nice to see you here. And you definitely clean up nice.

[ She smiles, taking a sip of her champagne. ]

What made you decide to come?

[scoutsniper]

Didn't take as much time as you'd expect, either.

[He's a Marine. They do everything fast.]

Guess I got tired of getting stuck in my own damn head.

[livemoore]

[ Liv reaches out for his hand, but it's a loose grasp in case he's a no go. ]

You could come dance, then. Just once around the dance floor?

[scoutsniper]

You sure you're drunk enough for this?

[Because he's pretty sure he's not. He's here to brood around margins, not make a scene. Not like he ever has much choice where Liv's involved.]

[livemoore]

Probably not, but if it makes you feel better, I'm not a great dancer. It's a thinly veiled excuse to press against you.

[ So, she is drunk enough to say shit like that. ]

[scoutsniper]

....

[ If he were a computer, there would be a long *buffering* circle spinning around right now. Because, uh, people don't say that kind of stuff to him. Like, ever. ]

Well. Pretty sure I can manage that, at least.

[middlefinger]

[while fancy gatherings like this aren't something wynonna has much experience with she cleans up better than a lot of people might expect her to. she's been in fairly good spirits the past few weeks -- other than that run in with doc's mirror -- and it's been one of the better holiday seasons that she's had in years. but she gets that that probably isn't true for everyone. there are people she hasn't seen around as much in the past few weeks, frank being one of them.

she finds him near the food table when she's filling up her own plate.]

What, you don't like your food miniaturized?

[scoutsniper]

[Yeah, the holidays were not Frank's friends. Not that he had a lot of friends, anyway. But all that holiday cheer shit and he was having none of it. All he could see was like ghosts of his kids, and the fun they would have had...if they weren't dead.

Yeah, not exactly the Spirit of the Season. ]

I don't even know what half this shit is. I think it's just here to intimidate guys like me.

[middlefinger]

[she gets it, the holidays are hard. in the past she's never been a huge fan of them herself -- the Earps were never exactly a happy family even before her father died and willa went missing, and then she was bounced around foster homes and juvenile hall -- she doesn't exactly have a lot of cherished christmas memories]

I don't either -- so I've mostly been just grabbing whatever looks good and hoping for the best -- it's worked out okay for me so far.

[scoutsniper]

Worked out okay.

[He is not infected by optimism with that phrase.]

I'm just looking for things that look like bacon.

[The man has priorities, okay?]

Are we celebrating still being alive or just trying to be normal?

[middlefinger]

Some of them are better than others -- but you can't go wrong with bacon.

[at least in wynonna's eyes.]

I like to think it's a little bit of both -- Wonderland tries to kill us and tries to keep our lives anything but normal, we might as well push back against that when we can.

[scoutsniper]

I figure there are enough aliens and weird types here that there's a high likelihood that at least one of these things has eyeballs in it.

[Or worse, but he's pretty sure he isn't that imaginative.]

At least we're still fighting back, right?

[Frank Castle Optimism. Can't beat it.]

[middlefinger]

Ugh. I didn't consider that possibility. I hope you're wrong.

[wynonna will more or less eat anything but even she has to draw the line somewhere.]

Exactly -- I like to think any time we can get together and have a good time is like giving this place the finger, and I'm all about that.

[scoutsniper]

Not as badly as I hope I'm wrong.

[Because, eww. ]

I guess that's a way to look at it. God knows we've let it make us miserable enough.

[outstandingbalance]

Well, that suits you.

[Natasha doesn't have any dress uniforms to wear. She opted for another direction.

Somehow, she still looks like she could murder someone]

Don't suppose you dance?

[scoutsniper]

[Frank would like some recognition for the heroic amounts of effort it takes to keep his eyes in a generally G-rated zone. With that dress, it's harder than you'd think. ]

It's been known to happen.

I did have a wedding, after all.

[outstandingbalance]

[Natasha flashes a half a smile at that, warm but restrained. He is truly a hero.]

You did. That doesn't tell me if I'll be able to get a dance out of you tonight, though.

[scoutsniper]

Depends. How drunk are you planning to get me.

[Because he does have some dignity. Some. ]

[outstandingbalance]

You implying you can't go shot for shot with a woman half your size?

[In this case, that might be a good instinct.]

If we're not dancing, you'll at least have a drink with me.

[scoutsniper]

Saying I spent a few years in countries where alcohol was illegal, and you're Russian, so...

[Maybe. He's not actually gonna say it in as many words, though.]

Fair enough. What's your poison?

[outstandingbalance]

Let's say bourbon. [Vodka seems too cliche. And too every day.] It might even the playing field a little, hm?

[scoutsniper]

Bourbon it is. Guess we can't do to much to compensate for the whole 'I'm bigger than you' advantage.

[Which might not be an advantage in some circumstances. There's just, you know, more body for the booze to inhabit. ]