Snowball fight -- party post!

[no_mere_marble]

Contrary to popular belief, there is snow in the higher mountains of Greece and Asia Minor in winter.

When Antinoos came in from sweltering Thebes tonight and found snow outside, he got himself warm clothes like a Greek hunter or Roman soldier in winter would wear, and ran right outside. He had missed snow!

Now he's out there, enjoying the snow and the cold, and acting, for once, exactly as young as he is. After a while, he finds that he can't resist the idea of surprising some poor unfortunate (he's outside, so it's no violence, right), and when a somewhat small and scruffy fellow comes outside, he gets a soft, large snowball right in the face, from a safe position twenty yards away, in the bushes.

Ned Poins, however, is well versed with ambushes, so he spots soon where the attack came from, and gathers snow to retaliate, running towards the shrubbery -- and so, the battle is joined, and soon, there is a big white-and-brown dog yelping excitedly, and a big, blond Scotsman grinning widely and waiting to decide which side to take.

However, when you come outside today, you might get caught in the crossfire; or perhaps you'd like to join the battle just for the fun of it?



[[OOC: Party post -- tag in, then splat somebody else! Have at! Open until the weekend ends. Snowball fight as per this post.]]
[[ETA: Gone to bed now -- please threadhop and have the snowball fight among yourselves! Thanks!]]

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[ikissdhimbck]

"It jus' — "

Are those tears in her voice, Tommy Gavin?

Way to go.

"It caught me right in the — "

Sniffle.




A handful of snow collides with Tommy's face. You can almost hear the splat! but it's drowned out by Kate's mischievous laughter.

[gavin62truck]

There's a blur of snow and blond hair and swearing.




He literally walked right into that one.

And now he's coming for you, Kate Barlow, trudging toward you with very long, very purposeful strides, scooping up big handfuls of snow that he doesn't exactly intend to throw once he catches you.

[ikissdhimbck]

It was a risky move. She put herself right within his clutches in order to get close enough to deliver the blow.

That doesn't stop her from trying to run, however. Flailing slightly.

Despite her laughter, she knows this isn't going to end well for her.

[gavin62truck]

Tommy doesn't laugh. He just grins evilly.

Once she starts to run, he picks up his own pace, the thick snow on the ground hindering them both to a degree. But he gets close enough to her to reach out and grab the back of her coat.

And the clump of snow in his other hand? Well, Tommy's just going to stuff it down the back of her collar.

[ikissdhimbck]

"Tommy!"

She doesn't give him the satisfaction of hearing her squeal. Oh, no.

However, if he makes any remarks about there being ants in her pants, she will hit him.

"Ohhhhhh, that's jus' fightin' dirty! Y'scoundrel! Y–y'cad!"

She wrenches herself around, smacking his arm and then dropping to grab the biggest handful of snow she can manage in her flurry.

[gavin62truck]

Now he laughs.

"Fighting dirty is my specialty! You should've known that already!"

Undeterred, he goes for a double handful of snow.

[ikissdhimbck]

"Guess I jus' didn't notice, for how easy it is t'get y'on your back!"

She's only sorry she wasted her first fistful of snow by trying to throw it at him as he crouched down, because he's just given her a perfect access point.

Cold, wet, gloved fingers dive under the waistband of his pants and pull, her other fistful of snow then deposited down the hatch.

[gavin62truck]

The swearing when he got a faceful of snow is practically G-rated compared to the swearing when he gets a...pantsful of snow.

He gallops around like his ass is on fire. Except that it's the opposite.

Trying to dig out what chunks of ice haven't melted, which isn't much as it's almost all been absorbed by his underwear, he fixes Kate with a glare.

GLAAAAARRRRRE

"That wasn't just dirty, that was-- that was nasty! Jeezus!"

[ikissdhimbck]

She meets his glare with dangerous slits for eyes, moving in, grabbing him by the shirt — 



and then kissing him soundly.

If that isn't enough to melt the snow, then even the hottest sun couldn't touch it.


She smiles against his lips when she slowly breaks away, her eyelashes fluttering over numb skin.

"Happy birthday."

[gavin62truck]

"Mmmf--"






Yeah, that'll do it.



Staring at her, he licks his thoroughly warmed lips.

"What-- how did you--?"

[ikissdhimbck]

"Miss Bar."

Her smile turns cheeky in an instant.

"She told me this mornin', when I left t'tend to the stables."

[gavin62truck]

He grunts a disgruntled grunt and rolls his eyes.

"Great. She tried to force a pink cupcake on me but I told her to donate it to someone who actually wants a pink cupcake."

Then, squirming uncomfortably, he gripes, "Okay, so you do realize that my shorts are cold and wet, right?"

[ikissdhimbck]

Her cat-that-ate-the-canary grin is joined by a very familiar glint in her eye.

"Well, that was only the first step. I thought maybe I'd draw you a hot bath, an' say happy birthday the right way."

[gavin62truck]

Comprehension in 3...2...1...




"Oh, you. You. You? You are good. No, wait, lemme rephrase that -- you are bad. Only you would put me through this just to get my pants off. There are other, easier ways, y'know, like for example, asking me to take my pants off, but no, you had to make a whole thing out of it. Alright. Okay. I knew I liked you for some reason."

He mirrors the glint in her eye.

"Happy birthday to me, then."

[ikissdhimbck]

She starts snickering the instant he begins talking.

"Well, I wouldn't say that was my only reason."

She takes a few casual steps away, bending to gather up another snowball.

"It was fun seein' the look on your face."

[gavin62truck]

"Mmhm, yeah, I'm sure it was. I think I invented some new curse words, too."

He approaches her, his hands held out toward hers.

"C'mere, I'll show you how to pack a better snowball. One that doesn't disintegrate when you throw it."

[ikissdhimbck]

She narrows her eyes in suspicion.

"Uh-uh. You're cold an' wet, an' you're gonna offer t'teach me how t'pack a snowball? Y'jus' wanna get revenge."

[gavin62truck]

Tommy gapes at her. He is hurt!

"I am not gonna get revenge! I'm just tryin' to be nice! No hard feelings or whatever. Honest!"




IT'S A TRAP

[ikissdhimbck]

"I wasn't born yesterday, Fireman."

For every step forward he takes, she takes another back.

"Or, in your case, born half a century ago today."

Yeah, she's going to need that snowball, isn't she.

[gavin62truck]

Now it's his turn to sulk.

"Really? Really? Look, I don't even have any snow in my hands. I ain't gonna do anything, honey, I just wanna show you how to make a better snowball, that's all. Why can't I even do that without you bein' suspicious? Aw, c'mon."




IT'S STILL A TRAP

[ikissdhimbck]

She eyes him.





"All right."

She lowers her hand.

"But, before y'come any closer, lemme put it like this. There's an extra treat in it for you when y'come upstairs, so long as y'don't double-cross me. Do, an' you'll be takin' a bath alone."

[gavin62truck]

IT'S A...OKAY, RECONSIDERING



"Anything you say, honey."

[ikissdhimbck]

Smirk.

She is the smuggest cowgirl who ever smugged.


"Okay. So show me your stuff."

She's especially curious as to how he put that spin on the curveball.

[gavin62truck]

"Alright."

Finally, he's allowed to approach. He takes the lump of snow that's a poor excuse for a snowball and tosses it aside. See? He didn't mash it into her hair or anything.

"Start over with some fresh snow. Okay, now cup your hands, like this." He cups his hands over hers as they close around the snow. "Don't press too hard or else it'll just fall apart, but just keep the snow moving, use your fingers to shape it into a sphere. If the snow's too dry, it won't pack, so, horror of horrors, you gotta use your bare hands to melt it a little, give it some moisture, but this snow's okay. You wanna hit a moving target with it? That's a little complicated, but it's sorta like throwing a curveball in baseball. Put two fingers up top, thumb on the bottom, curl your ring and pinkie. When you throw, raise your elbow up to your shoulder, and when you release, you gotta sorta follow through with the wrist and middle finger, but that takes practice and ain't really necessary if you're just out to peg someone no matter what. I'll show you with a real baseball someday."



SO...IT'S NOT A TRAP

[ikissdhimbck]

"Y'do this a lot, then?"

She looks amused. Snowball accuracy and technique aside, he seems to know an awful lot about a lot of things. She wonders if that just comes from growing up with a large family.

"I think I'm feelin' sorry for your siblin's."

She packs the snowball the way he shows her, and even attempts throwing it at a tree the way he described. It's not bad for a first attempt.