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[howling_laugh]

Once again, the front door slams open, admitting Coyote. This time, she is dressed to the nines (maybe even the tens). She is carrying a flute of champagne, and maaaaybe a sprig of mistletoe.

"Hello, Milliways!" she crows happily.

The line for New Years kisses starts here.

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[dangerousbotany]

In the vicinity, there is a tall, curvaceous woman clad in what appears to be a swimsuit made of leaves. She eyes the extroverted arrival balefully.

"Who are you supposed to be?"

[howling_laugh]

"I think maybe I should be asking you that," Coyote replies, eyeing the clothes that Ivy is mostly not wearing. Is there a fancy dress ball tonight?

[dangerousbotany]

"Yeah?"

She arches one delicate eyebrow, putting a hand to her hip. From over the back of her chair, a vine rises lazily and spawns a smattering of slightly ominous fungi.

"You and everybody else." She sniffs, tossing her hair. "I'm Poison Ivy."

[howling_laugh]

Coyote eyes her. Okay, she is weird, and possibly venomous/poisonous. But WHY NOT.

"Can you do mistletoe?" she asks, gesturing at the vines.

[howling_laugh]

"It is an excellent holiday," Coyote says, sidling up to Elle and dangling the mistletoe over her head.

"And look! Someone who needs to be kissed."

[howling_laugh]

See, Coyote just takes fair warning as a challenge. She swoops in to kiss Elle.

[ladyfirestarter]

Charlie is not getting in line for New Year's kisses.

She just happens to be near the front door when Coyote comes in, and that means she turns sharply when the firething flares up in recognition of another fire.

... They've met, haven't they?

[howling_laugh]

Oh, yes, they have. Coyote tips an imaginary hat at Charlie to aid her memory.

[ladyfirestarter]

It clicks, then.

Charlie starts to smile, and raises one hand in a cautious wave.

[howling_laugh]

Coyote gives Charlie a little beckoning finger wave.

Maybe an eyebrow waggle.

You can't prove anything.

[politestpirate]

Wellard is hardly lining up for anything.

But he is walking near the door, and when someone that cheerful enters it only seems fitting to give them a smile back in return.

"I do believe I'll hazard a guess that this isn't your first time here, then?"

[howling_laugh]

Hahahaha. Maybe he doesn't remember her? She probably does look different enough.

PERHAPS THIS WILL JOG HIS MEMORY.

Coyote seizes Wellard's sleeve and hauls him in for some proper making out.

[politestpirate]

Well, that does jog his memory.

Good lord, does that ever jog his memory.

Thankfully there is quite a bit less flailing this time, once Wellard gets over the initial shock-

Though odds are he's going to still be trying to figure out what to do by the time Coyote is done with him.

[howling_laugh]

"Hello again!" Coyote tells him cheerfully, without releasing his shoulders. "And a happy New Year to you."

[un_fallen]

He's a bit wild-eyed when he comes in, but looks amiable enough otherwise. It takes a moment to get his bearings, and then he's shuffling off toward the bar when he catches sight of Coyote.

He stops well before he reaches his customary stool, head shaking slightly in wry disbelief. But it's tough to watch her and keep up his gruff demeanor; hypocrisy or not, he's smiling.

[howling_laugh]

Coyote grins, and chucks a hunk of mistletoe at him with a lofty underhand.

[un_fallen]

He catches it without really looking, and turns to head in that direction, instead.

"Looks like you've come in from someplace a little nicer than I did," he says when he reaches her.

This is not uncommon. It is also his roundabout way of saying that she looks nice, if you turn sideways and squint.

[howling_laugh]

Coyote takes most complements as her due.

"That is debatable. I find Milliways far more suited to my interests. But one must cultivate friends and neighbors, after all."

She eyes him. "Where have you been?"