Dec 20, 2004 06:17
::peruses the almost empty cookie plate as last couple of crewmen leave the Captain's Mess... bites into a big chunk of chocolate, smiles, familiar strains of music still weaving through the now-empty room::
Heh.
::thinks a moment, then gets more eggnog... so far so good, no melancholy to be found... won't hurt, supposes::
::glances around the room... is really pretty... lights and greenery, bows, reds and greens, lots of tinsel... yeah, is a good holiday so far::
::most of the decorations were put to good use... feels good, was great to bring people together, see the smiles on the kids' faces... hell, just had a damn nice time overall::
::kicks at tinsel on the floor... oh, hmmm... tinsel on the floor::
::checks under the table and such, everything else having been cleaned up and thrown away appropriately::
...
::tinsel, on the floor.::
::shakes head, bending over away from the door, picking. up. the tinsel::
keeps seeing more silvery strands as looks... should maybe stop looking then::
...
::did he mention there was too damn much tinsel on the floor...?::
::keeps trying to get it all the hell up::