Mask 108 - Kissing Booths are for Sissies

[rank1killer]

[It's the holiday clusterfuck, holiday clusterfuck, people in the castle always running a muck. And of course, after spending a tedious amount of time making sure everything was geared up for the day, Travis is standing outside his refurbished "Christmas Edition" bar, whistling "Silver Bells

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[perfectlikeme]

[Well, look who's strolling by with (of course) a Christmas present that she 'bought' herself.]

You sure don't beat around the bush, do ya?

[rank1killer]

[Oh, and he turns on the spot to glance at Rouge (hubba hubba I most definitely add) and ponies up a big ol smirk]

Honesty, yo. Bitchin policy.

[perfectlikeme]

Really? Who'd have thought.

[She crosses her arms, tilting her head slightly in thought. Well, this place did get a certain amount of interesting traffic ]

[rank1killer]

No shit. You'd think there'd be a string or two attached, but nope.

[imahumanryo]

[Ryoki was coming in to work but he sees the decorations, sees Travis, sees the sign, and why does he hang out with you again?]

...Fuck this I'm taking off until Christmas is over.

[rank1killer]

Not if you want a job to come back to you won't. With Reno off, I need all the hands I can get.

[imahumanryo]

[FFFFFFF]

You wouldn't fire me. [But he's not leaving!]

[rank1killer]

[Evil bastard smirk get]

There's not much I wouldn't do, you know.

[luckyvalentine]

[wandering towards the bar, but kind of stops and stares, one hand on her hip, when she sees Travis and his sign]

.....Huh.

[rank1killer]

[Stops whistling and stares at Faye. And good God, the smile coming onto his face is something else entirely.]

Happy holidays, Gambling Hotness.

[luckyvalentine]

[goes from smirking to a creeping sense of worry]

Well you seem in a merry mood.

[rank1killer]

[He cranes his neck a little, tightening his grip discreetly around his bag of bells. Target acquired]

Tis the season, you know.

[mysticalvender]

[Lorne came to check out the competition. He's just looking around and wincing a little]

It's like walking into a Christmas porno movie.

[rank1killer]

[Oh, good god he's gonna smirk like a right bastard]

It's called practical festivities. A nice blend between Christmas and business as fucking usual.

[mysticalvender]

[Lorne is looking at the throne like it's about to bite him]

...The buisness of getting people to sit on "slutty santa's" lap?

[rank1killer]

[It might just, Lorne. It might just]

Or get slutty Santa to sit on their's. Of course, anyone that tries something unprovoked gets to have a chat with my boys. And that means even more entertainment. Win fucking win, see?

[keep_yrslf_aliv]

[See that six-foot tall mass of bad-ass in red, black and white? That's Sol, and he's heading towards the Death Match. He gives Travis a lazy nod as he approaches this establishment.]

Finally, something good about this damn castle.

[rank1killer]

[His whistling trails off into a low whistle at the badass making his way, before he fixes a smirk on his face]

Try the best goddamn thing of Castle Wonderfuck.

[keep_yrslf_aliv]

[A slight chuckle escapes him]

That's really not saying much.

[rank1killer]

Heh. Maybe not, but the bar we set is fucking insurmountable. My bar easily knocks the tourism potential of this shithole up a few notches.