Christmas Party~

[precursor_dax]

Characters: EVERYONE!!!
When: Dec. 24th(evening) - 25th(all day)
Where: The Eco Barrel(Daxter's club)
Rating: PG(may go up)
Summary: Daxter promised a Christmas party. Here it is~

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It was as BLU made his way down through the food that RED spotted him, his tall frame standing out amongst the crowd, which wasn't too hard when most of the party-goers seemed to be of the short and/or talking animal... person variety.

A part of Sniper wanted to hide as much as humanly possible, though given that he was stuck in a wheelchair, still wearing that ridiculous hooded number with the pointed ears, and had nothing to cover him save for a couple of blankets, he didn't think it was likely he'd go unnoticed for long, even if he didn't say anything to his rival. He wasn't terribly inconspicuous, and chances were Pyro had told his fellow Sniper that she'd be bringing him to the party whether he liked it or not.

In that light, he decided he might try taking advantage of the situation instead. "Oi, mate!" he called in a loud whisper, hoping to attract his rival's attention and no one else's. "This way!"

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BLU turned at the sound and spotted the RED, still clad in that ridiculous dog eared hoodie, sitting in his wheelchair not far away. He looked cold and miserable, though considering all he'd been through that wasn't surprising. He raised his beer bottle in a salute before grabbing another and heading towards his rival.

"See Pyro let ya out." He went to hand to hand the bottle over before remembering the state of the other Sniper's hands. "Think you can manage this or should I find you a straw?" He couldn't hide that smirk that tugged at his mouth though.

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RED's expression reflected his displeasure. Even cold, tired, and pumped full of pain medication, he recognized the teasing note in BLU's tone.

"Hmph. Real funny. Just get the bottle open and I'll manage." He was sure the nurses would disapprove of him drinking with as many drugs as they had in him, but he didn't really care at that point.

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"Ah, sorry mate. Couldn't resist." He pulled a bottle opener out of his back pocket and flipped the top of the bottle off with practiced ease. Tucking it back in his pants he handed the bottle to the RED, holding it near the less injured of his hands. He took a healthy swallow of his own before speaking.

"Never been t' one 'f these Christmas things. I don't understand this holiday at all."

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It a bit of effort, but RED got a hold of the bottle, his finger splints clacking against the glass. The first sip was cold, sending a chill down this throat; while he would have preferred a hot drink to warm his limbs, he wasn't about to turn down any offering that wasn't water, especially one with the potential to take his mind off the party going on around him.

"Me either," he replied, having another quick sip before bringing the bottle to rest in his lap. "Never was much of one for holidays. Wasn't even aware there was a Smissmas until I got to the States."

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"Leave it t' th' American's to make some crazy holiday where they cart trees inside an' fill 'em full of glitter." He snorted and eyed the decorations around them. Other than smelling very outdoorsy, the whole thing made no sense to him.

"Foods not bad though."

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"I wouldn't know," RED said as he eyed the tacky decorations himself. Seemed like a lot of work to put up so much stuff, only to have to take it down the next day. Not very practical, and it was an eyesore. "Been stuck in this spot all night. Not that bein' over 'ere has gotten me left alone. Talked to a turtle, earlier."

He still wasn't sure how to handle that.

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"Yep. There's a turtle, a weasel, a racoon, a couple cats, a girl with dog ears an' who knows what else. Think this place jus' attracts talkin' animals." Sniper shrugs and takes another sip of his beer, looking around. Not only were talking animals downright weird, but they made the six foot seven marksman feel even more gargantuan than usual.

"Surprised they let you out 'f th' hospital in this weather. Good for a change of scenery though roight?"

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Whereas BLU seemed so calm about the numerous talking animals that were apparently commonplace in Paradise, RED was still having a hard time swallowing the fact. He took another sip of his drink- it wasn't the most difficult thing to accept, but it was another layer of unfamiliarity atop the daunting mountain, one he'd been struggling to scale since his arrival.

He dropped the subject, feeling uncomfortable, and was grateful for the change of topics. "They didn't. I wasn't given a choice in whether or not I was coming to this."

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It had taken a while to come to terms with the fact that one of his only friends in this place was a talking weasel with tiny pants and goggles, but BLU was coping as best he could. If he thought about it too hard he knew he'd just be disturbed by the whole thing. Especially that raccoon that for some reason reminded him a whole lot of some anthropomorphic Spy.

"She stole you from th' hospital? Sounds loike her alroight. Guess we're all harboring a fugitive now. I expect you'll give th' detective quite a run for his money if he comes lookin' fer ya."

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Just the mention of someone looking for him made RED's paranoia kick in; he glanced around the party again, making a mental note of everyone he saw. He hadn't even thought about the fact that the masked man might be in attendance- thankfully, no one around seemed to fit his build. The only ones who even came close were the people he knew, and unless Medic was moonlighting as a vigilante, they were all in the clear.

He settled down again, having another sip of his drink. "Beats me why she thought this was a good idea. I don't like parties, it's bloody freezing out, and I still feel like I've been hit by a train. And to top it all off, I'm fairly certain the nurse thinks there's somethin' going on between us."

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"She don't think things through. You should know that by now." He chuckled while nursing his drink. "I'm sure Pyro ain't doin' anything to dissuade her of that notion either. She probably hasn't even noticed."

Pyro had a strange ability to be totally oblivious to things that were happening right in front of her. "I'm only here cos she wouldn't get off th' phone till I agreed t' come t' this bloody thing. Least theres food."

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"Frankly, I'm surprised she ain't over here tryin' to stuff my face with some of that food right now," he said with a snort. He glanced around the room again for her, not spotting her red dress as he had before. Hm. Where did she run off to?

"They said I'm to be discharged in the next week or so," he said, lowering his voice. Though he was sure the nurse had already told Pyro, seeing how she kept teasing him about his 'girlfriend' being so dedicated and how 'adorable' they were as a couple- words that furthered his irritation with the situation- he wasn't about to be the one to drop the news in the slim chance she hadn't heard.

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"I ain't seen her lately. Maybe she's actually socializing." She seemed to be the sociable type anyway.

"You gonna be able t' walk by then? Or you gonna be runnin' over people's toes in this contraption?" He poked the wheel of the chair with his shoe. "Maybe we can hook it t' th' dog and have him cart you around in th' snow."

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A brief smile flashed across RED's face. "That'd be preferable to havin' Pyro push me around. She's already gettin' too into this 'taking care of me' business."

He gave his knee a tentative bend, pulling a breath into him to swallow down the pang that ran through him. "I'm s'pposed to get a crutch. Already been warned not to put too much strain on my leg for a long while, unless I'm looking for a permanent limp."

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"Heh, don't want t' match me now do ya?" Sniper had been resting his knee as best he could, but he wasn't the best at splinting his leg, he figured it just wasn't healed all the way and would work itself out.

"Pyro's probably thrilled t' have somethin' t' take care of that ain't that damn slug." He flicked the ear of RED's hoodie with one finger. "She has an odd way 'f showin' it."