+ Alice's Christmas Party Extravaganza! +

[curiousher]

Who: Everyone! Real Things and Mirrors!
Where: The Ballroom
When: Wednesday evening
Rating: We'll call it PG-13 to be safe
Summary: Alice decides the best way to keep everyone from wandering off to other places is to have a Christmas party! But...it might possibly make things worse. You should click the cut and find out.
The Story:

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[usslameass]

[Shannon sits in a corner, drinking some not-so-adult eggnog and keeping to herself. You know, like normal.]

[curiousher]

[Alice spies her all alone and decides that she could use some company! She slides up next to her and smiles.]

Hello, Shannon! Are you enjoying the party?

[usslameass]

[Shannon looks surprised, but at least it's the Queen. She's not so bad. Not like the last one.]

I guess...

[sugarhighkind]

[Mirror!John (Quincy? He needs his own name really.) is sexy dancing up against the tree.

Let me see that booty bounce.

Booty bounce.

Booty bounce.]

[knightinreverse]

[Oh, there's his--

Maybe...he should come at a better time if he's dancing against a tree.]

[sugarhighkind]

[Wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle yeah.

Oh! Dave!]

DAVEY!

[Cling!]

[knightinreverse]

[o hai]

Hey, John. Enjoyin' yourself?

[akapeanut]

[After the harrowing experience of visiting her abandoned(?) hometown, now seems like a good time to get knock-down drunk.

Adult eggnog, you are George's only true friend.]

[curiousher]

[What about your best friend in the whole world, Queen Alice? It's okay; don't feel bad. She's here for you now. She tilts her head.]

How curious. You seem...almost sad maybe. Is it because of the party?

[akapeanut]

[Oh God, this girl and her no eyes. Nngh.

This calls for more eggnog]

It's been...a rough week.

[second_first]

[Say hello to Rei, George. Somehow, she's managed to look like she wandered into this party totally by accident, and still doesn't seem to be aware that it's some kind of social function.

She looks at your adult egg nog with vague curiosity.]

[itsahotone]

[Let's face it--the party will only truly start when this girl walks in.

And here she is! Looking, of course, awesome and hot as you can guess from the icon I in no way just uploaded for this. After she (and Kurt) took a trip to an empty Breadstix, she needs a little something to cheer her up. This'll work.

COME DANCE WITH HER.]

[dashboardlite]

Aren't you festive?

[...says the guy wearing a white dress shirt, a pine green tie, and a casual blazer with jeans.]

[itsahotone]

Always. [She looks him upppp and dowwwwwn.] You're a little less so, but it'll do.

[dashboardlite]

[Dean offers a casual shrug.]

Formal ain't exactly my thing. Last time I went to the Christmas dance here, I was in a tux and felt like I was gonna suffocate.

[The up-and-down looking is happening from this end, too. Blatantly.]

[hamburellakind]

[John is stalking his mirror.

See, you thought only the mirror did that?

But no.

No.

John is kind of staring at his mirror like, you know, Steve Irwin. Because as far as John's concerned, his mirror is a fucking different species.

How is he so weird? Science cannot explain Mirror!John.]

[urnewkingbitch]

The fuck are you doin'?

[Huh, Dave feels like he's asked this once before.]

[hamburellakind]

[John starts, surprised.]

Wh-- nothing!

[urnewkingbitch]

You're givin' your mirror a stare that would leave even a goddamn rock blushin' from head to toe. So, definitely not nothin'.