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[little_moons]

The month goes on, and we get closer to the holidays. I bury myself in work, in looking after the girls, in hanging out with my friends, trying to give myself as little time alone as possible. Making sure I don't have too much time to think. To dwell

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[justsookie]

The Winchester was one of the few safe havens that Sookie felt she had in full on the new, wintry, and urban version of the island. The place had changed, of course, as much as everything else had. Beautiful wooden molding was set along the perimeter of the room, all of which gave the place more of an aged look, one of another era and time entirely- but unlike so many other places on the island, Sookie felt no hesitation before settling fully in the establishment, and the only explanation was the staff and owner alike. Although she missed the days when she'd been all too aware of the ongoings around the island, waitressing was something that suited her well, kept her aware of the personal events in people's lives and active on her feet. That she'd found a much less limiting dress than most to wear certainly didn't hurt matters. (The lack of sleeves and the ability to see her feet were both pretty crucial, as it turned out, to movement on the floor

[1000_cranes]

"Oh, goddamn," says Charlie, hands on her hips above the swell of her skirt as she studies Sookie for a moment. She arches an eyebrow and brushes a curl of red hair back from her face.

"Got you too, huh?"

[justsookie]

Sookie wonders how hard it might be to coax a kiss out of Charlie. Not too difficult, she suspects, given how easygoing their relationship is, and how healthy the romance between her and Ianto seems to be going still. She knows that the mistletoe has a tendency to be finnicky, though, requiring anything from a peck on the cheek to full-out tongue, depending on its whim, and hopes desperately that the plant doesn't try to make things too complicated for her- or for anyone at all.

With a fond sigh, she nods, rolling her eyes. "I've been tryin' my best to avoid the stuff whenever I can, but the fact that it's been growing all around town makes it hard. I'm surprised I've made it this long without, actually."

Pursing her lips, Sookie leans an elbow on the counter. "Does this mean I get to beg for a kiss, though?" she smiles.

[1000_cranes]

"With as long as I've been here, I'm halfway convinced that it's sentient, with the way it sneaks up on people," she says, pursing her lips as she studies it. She arches an eyebrow.

"I wouldn't make you beg, sweetheart. It's not such a big thing, is it?"

[teenagerenegade]

The thing about Peter having suddenly arrived on the island is that the argument quota at home has suddenly risen about three-hundred percent. Now, normally, that wouldn't bother Charlie at all, but he is nursing something of a tension headache and the Winchester seemed like a better option.

So he's installed at a table in the corner, book in front of him, dinner half finished and, for the moment, forgotten.

[prettywithawill]

"Hey handsome, got room for me?" she asked.

These were the worst spirits she'd ever seen Charlie in, except for when they first met. It wasn't that he looked miserable, he just normally looked a bit more... vibrant. Of course, it could just be a different context that she's seeing him in. Hard to look vibrant with your nose in a book.

[teenagerenegade]

"Oh, hey!" says Charlie, dropping the book and kicking the spare chair out from under the table, straightening up. He pushes his hair back from his forehead and smiles.

"How're you doing, Val?"

[prettywithawill]

"Pretty good, you?" she asked, sitting down in the chair he kicked out for her. Charlie was the only one that she allowed to call her Val. It grated on her, because then her name could be Valerie or something equally boring. Charlie got a pass though.

"Any plans for Christmas?" she added, reaching across to snatch a bite of food from his plate.

[godless_son]

Being human is monotonous, humiliating and irritating

[havenoplans]

In his mortal form, Thor eats about as much as most others breathe: constantly. Some might think his stomach endless for the way he puts food away, and though he favours the fare found on the island proper, if only because he is free, then, to hunt for himself, tonight's meal at the Winchester is nevertheless delicious, and he eats it with his typical gusto.

However, it is upon waiting for another helping that he catches sight of an unusual man, his attire seeming considerably more modern than Thor believed possible given the magics at work these past few weeks. More than that, though, the man's expression was out of place. He looked distinctly uncomfortable. Curious (and wanting, perhaps, to help), Thor invites himself over to the stranger's table.

"Are you all right?"

[godless_son]

Castiel stares up at the large, very large man, forgetting for a moment to nod. He has been told some things will become more natural but while he has picked up a number of human expressions it is tiring to always remember he must alter his behavior to be understood. Adapt, is the correct word.

"I am physically fine," he answers, folding and unfolding his hands from his lap. "I am Castiel. You and I have not met. Are you...enjoying the party?"

[havenoplans]

This Castiel and Hogun would get along well, thinks Thor to himself, taking the seat across the stranger for his own; perhaps they could frown at each other, meaningfully.

"I am Thor Odinson," he replies in turn, bowing his head slightly with the greeting. "And I am, indeed. But if I may ask, why so grim? Do you not enjoy the food?"

[heretofight]

In the furthest, darkest corner of the bar, Tommy Riordan sat, alone with a beer, a plate of food, and his own fucking misery.

Surrounded by laughter, smiles, other people's families, he felt as alone as he ever had, slouched low in his seat with as uninviting a look on his face as he could muster.

His eyes falling on the Christmas tree in the corner, on the angel looking down on them all from above, he thought of his mother, of her sitting in her armchair, looking through a box of her favorite ornaments. Memories of her holding back tears, picking up the broken shards of her mother's nativity, broken during one of Pop's rages.

With a sigh, he finished off his beer, pushed to his feet and made his way toward the bar for another.

[mademighty]

He misses his ship. He always misses her, misses movement, misses the black, even if they had been on the raggedy edge of things for a long, long time. But this month, he doesn't even have the shape of her as a comfort. Years ago, he stood being stripped down to almost nothing but he stood it because he had somewhere to put his heart.

This island might've given him a daughter but it turned a whole lot of stuff on its gorram head and now it's taken his ship.

He's drinking his way into seeing that that's okay.

"Not bad here, huh?" he says to the guy who steps up to the bar beside him. "Definitely drunk in worse."

[heretofight]

"Yeah," Tommy said, giving the guy a side-eye, his glass plunked down onto the bar as he motioned the bartender for a refill.

"Don't smell like piss. Gotta be a plus."

[mademighty]

Mal glances up, registering the kid behind the bar, gesturing for a refill of his own.

"Piss always used to feel like a step up," he says, wryly. "Funny how you can move up in the gorram world."