Comfort and Joy

[noprevaricating]

Who: Come one, come all! ...In formal attire.
What: A Christmas ball, old world style.
When: December 1st, beginning around five in the afternoon and ending when the last person leaves.
Where: The rec center.
Summary: Earth's eighteenth-century peeps are throwing one hell of a party.
Rating: Well, considering no one is serving water? Probably PG-13 for

Comments

finally, a decent excuse to tag this guy!

[lightningcute]

At some point in the night, Jack may come across this young gentlegirl hovering around the drinks. She looks a little unsure about something. Come bother her and find out what it is?

WHO NEEDS EXCUSES?!

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"Hallo, lass." Jack drops his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "It appears to me that you might be fleeing an arranged marriage and have come to a place of emotional confusion and exhaustion."

Not true at all, of course; but making up stories is fun.

"Might a assist you in evading this knave?"

WE DON'T NEED NO EXCUSES, WE DON'T NEED NO THOUGHT CONTROL~

[lightningcute]

Pao-lin gives a bit of a start when Jack comes up beside her and whispers.

"Um...it's nothing like that," she insists. Truth: she actually has no idea what the hell he's talking about. "I just don't know what most of these drinks are..."

XD

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"Oh." Well that makes things easier. Jack has already firmly decided that young runaway ladies who were avoiding arranged marriages with ugly knaves is not a problem he is interested in dealing with tonight. "That there? That's wassail. Puts hair right on your chest, it does."

[lightningcute]

"What?! Really?" Pao-lin looks horrified. "Why would you have something like that here? That's terrible!" She doesn't want to be that manly, for crying out loud.

[lists_to_port]

"Really."

No, not really. It's just mulled cider with some spirits added.

"Why, don't you want a fine pelt on your frontal bits?"

[lightningcute]

"No way!" Pao-lin clutches her arms close to her chest, as though she's trying to stop the growth of said pelt. "That'd be weird for me, don't you think?"

[lists_to_port]

"Aye. Highly weird. In that case, you'll be wanting some wine, won't you."

He picks up a carafe of said beverage.

"Do you simply want to sip it out of this, or shall I fetch you a glass?"

[lightningcute]

Pao-lin looks a little uncomfortable. "Um...is there anything here besides the coffee, tea, and hot chocolate that doesn't have alcohol in it?"

[lists_to_port]

"Water?"

Jack delivers that answer as though he cannot begin to expect that she will be THAT BORING.

[lightningcute]

Cut the girl some slack, Jack, she's not even legal in her world yet. Plus she's a do-gooder.

"What about that red stuff?" she says, indicating the bowl of rum punch. It looked and smelled pretty good.

[lists_to_port]

"What about it?" He begins to pour her a glass. "Perhaps you'd best try it for yourself instead of asking."

[lightningcute]

Pao-lin's still unsure forever on this, but...she supposes it wouldn't hurt to try. It's not like she's going to be busted for underage drinking here in Luceti, after all.

So, with trepidation, she takes the glass from Jack and sips at it. She blinks. It's...actually...kind of good. Could it be...? Another sip -- yep. Definitely good.

"It's not too bad," she admits.

[lists_to_port]

"It's delicious, is what it is. Go on. Finish it up, lass."

And he won't be busted for getting an underage girl drunk here in....

Oh, wait. Yes he will.

[lightningcute]

Pao-lin does finish it, rather quickly. She's pretty thirsty, and the punch is quite tasty. Off she goes to pour herself another glass!

She gives a shy smile to Jack after she takes another sip. "Thanks for your help. This isn't the usual kind of stuff I see in my world..."

[lists_to_port]

He smiles right back at her.

"My help, dear one, is always freely given when such matters arise. Enjoy it heartily, is my further advice, and heed not what anyone says if you begin falling down. It's all worth it in the end, every drop."