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!"

[hasstandards]

RED's grimace mirrored BLU's. If it was like that between Medic and Pyro, and his hunch about Medic being jealous of his being Pyro's teammate- something he had no control over, by the way- proved true, then trouble was on his horizon again. He groaned inwardly, loathing that feeling he was going to be out of control of the situation once more and there was little he could do about it. As much as he tried, he couldn't get Pyro to leave him alone, that much was certain; he couldn't change that they'd worked together at Sawmill, nor was there anything to be done about Medic's feelings for the woman.

Ugh. Feelings. This was why he avoided them entirely. They got in the way and complicated matters in ways they ought not to be complicated, even when they were someone else's.

"I'm hopin' they'll turn me into a coat rack," he said with a sigh. "Least I'd be warm."

[bye_to_yer_head]

BLU was glad for the change in topics, he wanted to think about the love lives of the opposite team as little as possible. In fact he didn't want to think about the love life of anyone ever. But it did explain why Medic had been so moody lately. He silently wished Pyro luck with that ball of emotional turmoil.

"Nah, if nothin' else Chibi will come an' get ya." Sniper started towards the beer table again, before remembering his silent promise to stop at five. Instead he put his empty bottle with the others and veered off to the food table, collecting a plate of various foods and bringing it back to the RED. "Have somethin' that ain't pretzels."

[hasstandards]

"Thanks, mate," Sniper replied, his hand pausing over his sudden variety of choices. He finally decided to start with a breaded ball of some sort, popping it into his mouth. Sausage. Not bad.

"Not that I was about to complain about the pretzels," he said, swallowing his bite down. "I'm grateful for anything that isn't bacon, frankly. I think I've had enough of that to last me a lifetime or two."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Well yer skinnier than I am. Don't want ya breakin' in half should a strong breeze start up." Sniper lit up another cigarette to keep his mind off the beer that he wanted in his hands. "She does seem t' have a real love fer that stuff. I don't get it. It's too greasy an' she puts it in everything."

[hasstandards]

Down went another sausage ball. He didn't think he was that much skinnier than his rival, though having it pointed out to him certainly made him aware of it. It was all the more reason to get out of the hospital quickly- the longer he was there, the more work he was going to have to do to get into working condition.

"So long as I don't die from the stuff before I get out of the hospital," he said. "Not sure what I'll eat once I'm back at my house, though I suppose I'll find something. Ringo had been bringing me some food before. Not sure where he gets that, either."

[bye_to_yer_head]

Sniper squinted over at the table of liquor, counting how many bottles were left before doffing his hat and running his fingers through his hair irritably.

"I don't think ya can die from bacon. Much as you'll want to soon enough. You'll be lucky if Pyro lets ya out of her sight actually. She'll probably hover around an' cook you food. She's not that bad a cook actually."

[hasstandards]

"Yeah, she brought me some food to the house once. It wasn't bad, though I'd rather she left me alone. I'm seein' more of her these days than I care to already."

He eyed his plate a moment before turning his eyes to BLU, noting habits of irritation he'd seen in himself once or twice and following his look. "Ya don't have to stand here all night, you know."

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Hate t' say it, but probably a good thing she's around. Keepin' whoever did this to ya at a distance."

Sniper plunked his hat back down on his head and looked over at RED. "Nah, better here than talkin' to somethin' furry with ears. Ya only have one of those things."

[hasstandards]

RED was a bit surprised by BLU's insistence he stay, given the frustration clearly shown in his mannerisms, but he didn't press the issue. He did have a point, after all- the conversation could be worse, which was still strange given that he generally didn't enjoy conversation at all.

"I'm well aware I've got ears, thank you," he cut back, deciding a change in topic was in order. The less he thought about how ridiculous he looked, the better. "How's that bow of yours comin'?"

[bye_to_yer_head]

BLU was actually enjoying the conversation, but the temptation to drink himself into oblivion hadn't presented itself since he'd come to Paradise, and now that he had the opportunity to do so, here was his rival, watching his every move. Though he was loathe to admit it was a problem, he certainly didn't want to give RED any reason to think he had a weakness, and drinking till he passed out was certainly a weakness.

"Not bad. I have no idea what kind 'f trees they got around here, but it's not a bad kind 'f wood fer bows. She's almost done. Just a few more tweaks an' I can string 'er up and give it a test foire." He looked marginally happier at the thought of holding a bow in his hands once again. "Got a few dozen arrows ready t' go. Who knew a dragon would show up and provide bones to make arrowpoints forever."

[hasstandards]

"Good on ya, bein' resourceful," he responded, noting that small shift in his rival's expression. He couldn't blame him- having seen his gun, it wasn't hard to see why he was aching for the feel of a weapon in his grasp again. Convenient he could make it, too.

RED hid his quiet envy by moving in his chair, his back stiff and uncomfortable; he held his breath to completely stifle a groan, pain shooting from his knee. His medication was wearing thinner and thinner as the night wore on.

He pushed a piece of brittle into his mouth, hoping to grind his teeth on it and numb out the pain. He picked up the conversation again, looking for another distraction: "Be a nice bit of work if you take down another dragon with the bones of the first. Those don't just wander around and talk like the rest of the animals, do they?"

[bye_to_yer_head]

"Nah. Least I don't think it talked. I didn't hear it if it did anyway." That would have made killing it much more awkward. He liked his death banter to be more one sided anyway. "It showed up a few miles out into th' forest, guess there's probably more, but I wasn't plannin' on going to look for 'em."

He let a small smirk cross his face as he thought about the irony of taking down a dragon with the parts of another dragon. "Not that bad an idea though. 'Cept the thing nearly killed me with one swipe of its tail." He didn't want to admit how close he'd come to death there. If Medic hadn't been around and hadn't done .. whatever it was he did, to his medi-gun, Sniper would have died from being flung through trees from the force of the blow.

[hasstandards]

"Must've been pretty far out, or there was only one," RED remarked. "I was out there for days, and saw nothin' larger than a rabbit. It's eerie out there. Too quiet."

He had to admit that the temptation to go looking for something like a dragon was there- once he was back on his feet with a proper weapon, of course. Medic had mentioned it too, and while RED wasn't keen on believing dragons existed alongside all the talking animals and dog girls, it did sound like challenging game.

[bye_to_yer_head]

Sniper wasn't exactly comfortable with the thought that he might have killed the only dragon in existence. "I'm sure there's more. Doubt there'd only be one dragon, where would it 'ave come from if there was only th' one?"

[hasstandards]

"Don't know, but it's not like a lot of stuff makes sense around here. Not even the things that ought to."

While he hoped there were other dragons to satisfy his own curiosity in seeing one, he hoped they were simply keeping to their own territory, steering clear of the city. The last thing he needed was to survive the masked man and the hospital, only to die at the hands of a beast when he couldn't do a thing about it. Sure, BLU could fight it, but that would only serve to fuel that hint of jealousy.

He leaned heavier into his chair; he set the plate of food aside, no longer hungry as his mind was starting to focus more on the throbbing in his leg.