Should auld acquaintance be forgot... (SECOND MIRROR)

[dancingwillows]

If you had been upstairs in the Compound or in the Hub at six in the evening of December 31, you might have thought your eyes were playing tricks on you, or that you'd once again been whisked off to some strange, new place. Within the blink of an eye, the rooms had changed, sparkling instantly with festive decorations, and it was all so

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[xiii_pullo]

Titus Pullo loved a good party. This one had everything; wine, women, food, even a gambling table. But it was the food that had Pullo's attention. There was so much he didn't recognize that he walked around the room, collecting it up. Eventually he found himself at a table with five plates of food in front of him and ten colorful bottles of various drinks. But what to try first?

Pullo picked up a piece of bread in the shape of a triangle, it had cheese and what looked like vegetables on it. Looked good enough to him! He closed his eyes took a large bite.

[soldieringlife]

"That's called pizza," Prior informed the large man in the archaic-looking clothing. "It's disgusting, I'm warning you." All that congealed cheese and grease didn't sit well in Prior's delicate stomach. That bairn's too fussy to live, Prior's father had once said of him.

[xiii_pullo]

Pullo paused in the middle of chewing, and looked to the man with wide eyes. He didn't think it tasted all that bad, so he forced himself to keep chewing and finally swallowed. "Pizza?" he repeated, trying the word out. "Wasn't bad. I've had worse."

[soldieringlife]

"It's not as bad as army rations," Prior admitted, "but then, I wouldn't eat army rations by choice."

[one__song]

It was a motherfucking party, and that was OK by Roger. All the trappings were there and the food. Oh, God, the food. Anything you could wish for was there, right before your eyes. Roger desperately thought of Chow Mein in little take out boxes. And lo and behold, there they were, boxes and all. Yes. Fuck yes.

A bottle of Blue Moon in one hand, a carton of chow mein in the other, Roger was in leather-clad heaven.

[red_ponytail]

"Oi, Roger!" Bill called as he made his way over with his glass of firewhiskey. "Some party, yeah?"

[wutaiheart]

The idea of getting dressed up had always been an omnious one, even to the greatest ninja in the world. (Probably because it meant getting caught by Godo's lackeys, scrubbed, and put in traditional Wutai garb.)

But with no one here to catch her in a giant sack, Yuffie was left to her own devices. Seeing that this was how these people were doing it, she'd squirmed and gave the box a kick. As if mocking her, she ended up drawing from the top something much like what she would have worn at home.

Looking surprisingly polished, Yuffie's only choice was to drink herself under the table.

[1000_cranes]

"Oh, honey, your dress is so beautiful."

Charlie stood in front of Yuffie, a little bit drunk, her hair hanging over her bare shoulders, her dress red and beaded.

"Are you enjoying the party?"

[wutaiheart]

Yuffie giggled, and hiccuped a little. She was super glad Cid wasn't around to see her try to handle the booze.

"It's a good party. And you look beautiful too! And are you having fun? I hope you're having fun."

[1000_cranes]

"Oh, I'm havin' fun," said Charlie, nodding, perhaps, a little too hard. "I'm drinkin', I'm dancin'. What's not to like, huh?"

Hiro wasn't here last year either.

[youknow_nothing]

Ygritte came to the party by herself, firekissed hair brushed until it shone, and the victor of a match with the damnable box. It had been either that or the ruffled monstrosity given to her for Halloween, and she much preferred this.

She sniffed at the drinks, dismissing them as too weak until she fine came upon something mysteriously clear like water. "Te-quill-a?" she sounded out.

[red_ponytail]

"Tequila," Bill confirmed, smiling charmingly at the fellow redhead. "If you like your liquor strong, that's the one for you."

[youknow_nothing]

"Aye, I like my liquor strong," said Ygritte, and unscrewed the top. A deep swig, and she blinked, licked her lips. "Strong enough. Perhaps if I persist long enough, some good ale can be found as well."

[red_ponytail]

"Here, try this," he said, handing her his glass. "That's firewhiskey."

[dale_cooper_fbi]

It wasn't a party Dale wanted to miss, not just because everyone was going to be there, but because it was the one time a year he was guaranteed to get everything he wanted. In a gastronomical sense anyway. He didn't often indulge, particularly with Joe in his life, but it was nice to have the option of a beer every now and again. A cold beer and cherry pie - not necessarily in that order - and he was a happy, happy man.

[jdick]

Joe was avoiding the beer, but that didn't mean he had to avoid the rest of what was offered. Or that he had to avoid Dale. Certainly not Dale.

It was possible that there was a little too much sugar and caffeine in his system when he pushed up against Dale from behind and wrapped both his arms around his waist, burying his face against the warmth of Dale's shoulder blade. "Hi," he said simply, wishing he was drunk.

[dale_cooper_fbi]

"Hey, Joe," said Dale and drained the rest of his beer before turning around. "I was wondering where you got off to. Care to join me for pie?" Even if Joe didn't want any, he tended to like to watch.

[jdick]

"Can I watch you lick the fork?" Joe asked with a grin, his arms still laced around Dale's waist. When he leaned in to give Dale a kiss, he could taste the beer, although that hadn't really been what he was after. Mostly he was just glad to be there for another year, no matter how fucked up shit got. Because at the end of it, he still had this.