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[puckishly]

On this particular evening, Puck is perched on a barstool, fitfully drumming his fingers against the Bar's surface and muttering snatches of song under his breath.

"Here we come a-wassailing
among the leaves so green;
here we come a-wand'ring
so fair to be seen ..."He has already been about the grounds today, searching out something that an evil

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[oneman_onevote]

Behind him, Havelock - being a noticing sort of person, in general - is eyeing said mistletoe with the stoic resignation of one who has learned not to try and ignore ridiculous seasonal rituals at any cost.

Still, it could be worse.

He could be magically compelled to kiss random strangers by it.

Again.

[puckishly]

It takes Puck quite a while to notice Havelock as well, as these things go (his Havelock Response Time is normally ten seconds or less), and upon seeing him he brightens considerably.

"My own heart."

--Wait. Should he have said that? Is the vampire listening? Should he ignore Havelock completely??

Havelock is unlikely to betray them with random PDA, after all. Puck glances aloofly in another direction, just to be safe.

[oneman_onevote]

Havelock ruins Puck's stealth by kissing him apologetically on the cheek. Ordinarily he wouldn't feel apologetic in the least, but traditional compulsion feels like cheating, rather.

"You look remarkably pensive, you know."

[puckishly]

DAMMIT, HAVELOCK.

Puck rolls his eyes heavenwards and sighs. Trust Havelock to be affectionate when it could put him in mortal danger.*

"Do I?" he says.

"Complete illusion, I'm afraid."

*Of getting extreme hickeys and limited amnesia.

[52_dropoff]

Rest assured, Puck. The mistletoe won't be an issue. Though it's much more likely that Charlie sees how utterly melancholy the man is.

"Had enough of holiday cheer?"

[puckishly]

"Oh," Puck replies absently, "not nearly enough, I should think."

Bright eyes find Charlie, focusing in mild curiosity.

"There are some nights left to the season, after all," he adds.

"I should hate to be spent so soon."

[52_dropoff]

"Ah. A reveler. Well, if that's your thing, I wish you luck." Clearly, it's not Charlie. "There's always New Year's Eve." Which was last marked by Charlie with a morphine hallucination for a dying man the very night Lex Luthor let loose the mayhem. Wacky fun.

[puckishly]

He laughs.

"Luck? Luck I shall certainly need, so I thank you for't." A slight, quick tilt of his head. "What have I to look forward to precisely on the eve of the new year?"

[will_scarlett]

She does indeed and Will is drinking some when he notices Puck, who looks worried,

"Aught botherin' ye, Master Goodfellow?"

[puckishly]

Puck blinks.

"I beg your pardon?"

[will_scarlett]

"Ye look as if ye're waitin' for some doom to fall upon ye, Master Goodfellow. Just was wonderin' what could worry ye so much."

Since anything that can worry Puck tends to mean trouble for everyone else.

[puckishly]

Puck looks surly.

"I am hardly waiting for doom, Master Scarlett. Prithee avoid exaggeration."

[weplayparts]

"You look positively miserable," says a nearby redhead.

She speaks from behind him, then takes a seat on the next stool over.

[puckishly]

... She seems oddly familiar.

Puck smiles, brightly.

"Do I, mistress? Perhaps 'tis simply the light."

[weplayparts]

There may have been an isolated incident.

But she seems to have forgotten it right now.

"Maybe it is."

He looks cheerier already.

[puckishly]

Puck, as it happens, is a world-class liar, and none too shabby as a player either. His smile is perfectly relaxed.

"In any case, the greetings of the season to you-- or, hopefully, greetings that are somewhat better."

[soapcarvedhands]

"I--"

"Puck?"

[puckishly]

Puck blinks.

And brightens.

"Master Harding. Can it be?"

[soapcarvedhands]

"I. Uh. Yes."

He waves, runs his hands through his hair.

"Puck. It's been."

[puckishly]

"Quite a long time."

Puck slips off the stool and flickers, gently, in and out of view until he has come up to him.

Looking up (Puck's very short, shorter than Harding by a bit), "Shall I wish you happy Christmas?"