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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[hasstandards]

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!"

[bye_to_yer_head]

"From what th' Pyro tells me there used t' be one or two. Both RED. Dunno what this place has against BLU's." He sighed and downed the rest of his beer, setting the empty bottle on the table. "Ain't seen Scout in a good while. Think he's gone and left. Almost miss th' bloody nuisance."

He reached in his pocket for his cigarettes, eyes still watching the party. "Almost."

[hasstandards]

"Hm. Truckie and Scout." He took another swig of his own drink, nearing the bottom of the bottle. What little alcohol was in him actually relaxed him more than he thought it would, probably due to the weight loss. He'd never been very good at holding his beer, anyway.

He returned the bottle to his lap, his eyes on it. "Got to wonder why they were sent back, though. If that's really what happens to ya when you go from this place."

[bye_to_yer_head]

He lit up a cigarette and inhaled deeply, thinking far more than he would have liked about the process Paradise used to select its residents.

"I dunno if anyone who's left has ever come back. So maybe they're not goin' home. Not much t' be done about it though. Shame Truckie's gone, could 'ave used his expertise weldin' my gun back together."

[hasstandards]

"I s'ppose that's true. And we don't know what happens until it happens to us."

As much of a pain as it was to lose helpful people like Engineer- and RED did consider that a genuinely distressing loss, given the man probably could have built him a new gun with no trouble at all- he had to admit he was glad it wasn't him. As much as he disliked Paradise, he liked the uncertainty of where they were taken afterward even less.

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Thanks fer reminding me. You always this sour?"

[hasstandards]

"I try to look at things this way," he said, finishing his drink before his statement, "it could always be worse."

[bye_to_yer_head]

Sniper rolled his eyes, watching the smoke from his cigarette. "That's a roight miserable way t' go through life. Suppose it's true, but that don't mean ya have t' think about it that way."

[hasstandards]

"I've never found much use for optimism, I suppose," RED replied, leaning into his wheelchair as he looked to his rival. "At least when I expect the worst, I'm a bit prepared for it."

[bye_to_yer_head]

He shrugged. "True. But even expectin' th' worst how'd ya prepare fer this bloody place?"

[hasstandards]

RED's eyes trailed back to his bottle, wishing it wasn't empty at that second. "Yeah, this was somethin' I never could've expected. I'm still tryin' to wrap my head around it."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"I been here a good few months, I still can't understand it all. I'm still hopin' I'll wake up one day an' foind out this whole thing was some crazy dream brought on by bein' shot full 'f needles by that syringe gun th' Medic has." It was still a possibility that that's what had happened, but even the BLU had to admit just how unlikely it was.

"Ya want another?" Sniper gestured to the empty bottle, he was game to have a few more. Just to warm himself from the cold.

[hasstandards]

RED shook his head. "Nah. Probably shouldn't be drinking when I've gotta go back to the hospital at some point. Don't think the docs would appreciate that much."

He instead reached for more pretzels with which to occupy himself. His eyes narrowed as he thought for a moment. "She... is going to take me back to the hospital, I'd think."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Roight. Fergot yer an invalid roight now." He smirked and grabbed himself another, trying to mentally remember how many he'd had so far. Probably five he reckoned, this would be his last, he promised himself.

"I'd think so, but who knows what that sheila will do. Hopefully she's not gonna ferget about you over here."

[hasstandards]

"With the way she was draped over Medic earlier, that might be preferable."

Another pretzel into his teeth- he purposely gnawed on it a moment, allowing the grind to numb his thoughts. "If all else fails, I can sleep right here. Surely she'll remember me come morning."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Eugh." He grimaced just thinking about that. Sure Pyro was a woman and Medic was a man and if she wanted to hang all over him that was her business, but to do it in public in front of their teammates stuck the BLU as being incredibly unprofessional, not to mention downright uncomfortable for all involved. "So it is loike that between them."

He'd had a suspicion, but he didn't really want it proven one way or another. "I'm sure you'll make a roight fine ice sculpture when you freeze t' this chair."