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[scarecrowhitman]

Grimm Holiday Party Meme

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Crow | Open to alllll of yoouuuu lovelies, any scenarios

[scarecrowhitman]

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I. ~~Couldn't resist o/

[leonineboyscout]

[Don't look at Scar. He didn't put that there. He's also straighter than the average pin, which is why there's a degree of annoyance on his face when the mistletoe above him and Crow is pointed out.]

...I'm going to murder Wonderland with my bare hands. You know that, right?

Bahaha. \o/

[scarecrowhitman]

Can I help?

[Crow just stares up at the mistletoe in sheer distaste. His sexuality was a little more fluid, but that didn't mean be wasn't selective. Scar was not on his list of people he would have liked to be in this situation with. Scar vaguely frightened him.

He finally looks at Scar and has a sip of his beer.]

Not happening, Big Guy.

Who has two thumbs and is an evil douchebag~ THIS GUY \o/

[leonineboyscout]

Only if you can share properly, hmm? I'll even give you a free needle for being a good boy. One hundred percent pure -- in a precisely measured dose, of course, so that it's a reward and not a death sentence. You have my word.

[It's not that Scar is prejudiced, because he isn't. He just has zero interest in being familiar with any part of any man other than knowing what he looks like. Simple, no? He's just comfortable with what he likes. Period.]

Trust me, I'm not interested. I'd sooner lick my own boots; at least I know where they've been.

Tin Man | OTA

[notinheart]

rolled a 3~

[noluckneeded]

[ Well, she might not have indulged in the spiked eggnog, but it seems she's indulged in something. It keeps her focused and awake, she says, though right now she's a bit past awake and clear on the other side of the spectrum from focused.

She's sitting cross-legged on a sofa, hunched over a laptop computer, glancing distractedly around the room a couple times a minute. Finally, she reaches over and pokes Tin Man in the arm. ]

Hey. Don't let me get up until I finish this, okay?

Re: rolled a 3~

[notinheart]

Sure thing.

[He says the words absently, too absorbed in watching and waiting to see who will kill whom first when Crow and Scar end up under the mistletoe together. When it doesn't happen, he looks over at Cri-Kee. He doesn't know the members of the Dragons unit all that well, but he thinks he's seen this guy around before.]

What? No, you can't sit there and do that all night. This is a party.

[He pushes at the laptop lid with a finger, closing it inch by inch.]

[noluckneeded]

[ Which is all well and good until he starts closing the laptop. ] Wait, no-- [ She snatches her laptop up and holds it up and mostly out of harm's way. ]

Not all night, I'll get it done before the party's over. I'm waaaay behind. But I'm beyond a hundred percent sick of it. But I have to get it done.

Shenzi | Open to everyone (of course) and everything :)

[sellsellcell]

8 - Reindeer Games.

[scarecrowhitman]

[To say Crow is thrashed would be an understatement. Crow's had more beers than he can remember and a lot of coke in between and he's so jittery and excitable he can hardly stay in one place. He's lost his shoes, somewhere, but he doesn't care. And never mind that they're standing out in the frosty parking lot and it's begun to snow.

He's holding a beer can in one hand and a pistol in the other.]

Don't be a pussy, come on.

[He spills beer all over his arm popping open the chambers and emptying out all the rounds except one.]

[sellsellcell]

God, I hate that word. Don't be a dick, Scarecrow.

[She shakes her head, refusing to take the gun.]

I don't want to. I would rather kiss you under some fucking mistletoe than do this. And I'm pretty sure I'm allergic to mistletoe...

[scarecrowhitman]

[He chugs down the end of the beer before tossing the can aside recklessly. The gun, now. He spins the chamber shut and laughs. This has to be the single dumbest idea he's ever had before. For that reason, he's stuck on it. Jacked up enough on adrenaline and drugs that he'd dragged Shenzi out here with him, regardless of how she griped.]

I'll take that as a compliment.

The rush of it, Shenzi. [He points the gun down at his foot. His whole body tenses but his arm is steady.] What's gonna happen? One click. Chance favors I get to keep my foot. Maybe. Who knows?

But I kind of want find out, don't you?

[A little manic laugh.]

Scar || Pridelands || OTA

[leonineboyscout]

Re: Scar || Pridelands || OTA

[dixietech]

So what do you get the big (scary) head of the Pridelands unit when you wind up stuck with him as secret Santa?

Ugly sweater? No. He'd make him eat it. Then burn it. Maybe in that order. If Tuck was really lucky.

Is it too late to sneak back and finish compiling a few programs?

Probably.

[leonineboyscout]

It is, in fact, too late. Because Scar sees you, Tuck, and that means he's approaching. Eyebrow up and everything.

"You look guilty. What are you doing, Tuck?"

[dixietech]

Oh awesome. And when he's wearing probably the ugliest sweater in the room. (But Jackson gave it to him, so there was no taking it off.)

"Same as always. Little of this, little of that."

And trying not to look too awkward, he hands over a wrapped gift. Genuine-slash-forged DEA credentials. "Figured you'd at least appreciate the irony even if you don't use 'em."

[dixietech]

Tuck // Sherwood // wide ota!

rolled an 8~

[noluckneeded]

[ Hey there, Tuck. Have an excitable girl flopping into the seat next to you. She has a handful of M&Ms and working her way through them one at a time, taking care to maintain roughly even numbers of all the different colors. ]

Tuck! Truth or dare? Want some M&Ms? They're Christmas-colored.

\o/

[dixietech]

[He likes excitable and he loves M&Ms. Tuck shifts his bourbon to his off hand and plucks a few out of Casey's stash.] I'd say truth but knowing this crew, most of us would lie anyway.

Good party though. Grimm units always do know how to throw one hell of a bash.

[noluckneeded]

Mm, yeah, good party. Work hard, play hard.

[ And she laughs. ] Do you really want me to dare you? Bold choice. You could've lied and I might never have found out. I guess I can go easy on you, I'll be nice. Lemme think of a good one, okay?