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[howling_laugh]

Coyote bursts into Milliways with abandon. Her dress is sparkly. There is mistletoe tucked behind one ear. She's got a glass of champagne.

BRING IT ON, HONEYBUNCH. WHO WANTS KISSES?!



[OOC: And now I am going TO BED. I love you all!]

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[hopeitsworthit]

"Wow," Dean says, just after downing the rest of his shot.

"Please tell me you're trashed."

Because otherwise he might start gettin' a little afraid.

[howling_laugh]

HE'D BETTER BE AFRAID ANYWAY.

Coyote sweeps forward and carpes the Dean, as it were.

We hope he doesn't mind being kissed and dipped! Actually wait, we don't care.

[hopeitsworthit]

Sometimes there's nothing for it but to go with the flow and kiss back.

Dean's pretty good at it, though not always from this position.

"If you drop me, I'll find a way to kill you."

What? He could pull a muscle. Awkward.

Plus it's not like Coyote's a shitty kisser or anything.

Go figure.

[howling_laugh]

"I would never," she says, grinning down at him. Coyote carefully props him back on his feet, not letting go quite yet.

"Happy New Year, Dean."

[hadyougoing]

In contrast, Ava is not sparkly at all. And she doesn't have champagne.

She has on her habitual jeans, jacket and ankle boots, and is juuust about to head to the Bar for a nice spiked hot chocolate.

She blinks at Coyote.


She remembers having a weird conversation with her.

[howling_laugh]

FUNNY THING, THAT. This conversation is probably about to get weirder!

"Happy New Year!" Coyote calls out, and proceeds to step up and lay one on Ava.

[hadyougoing]

Well okay, it's not like Ava's college days were wild by any stretch of the imagination, but everybody had that one friend who was always saying she was totally going to make out with you when she got drunk, right?

Right?

The point is that Ava a) freezes and b) squeaks.

Yyyyeah. It's totally a squeak.


(Also a light above the Bar may flicker out. But she does not try to eviscerate anyone!

It's because Coyote said "Happy new year" first.)

[howling_laugh]

Ava has grown as a person!!

"You seem much better!" Coyote tells her cheerily. Ava doesn't smell like boogeyman or anything!

[mostcharmingsmile]

Gilderoy has no idea what he's getting himself into.

"Good evening, miss. Oh, mistletoe! Are there any nargles hiding in it?"

[howling_laugh]

"Better not be!" Coyote says. She grabs Lockhart by the lapels and hauls him in for a kiss.

Hi!

[mostcharmingsmile]

Gilderoy sputters. He sputters in a delighted fashion! But he sputters nonetheless!

"Good heavens!"

[howling_laugh]

"Happy New Year," she tells him. "What's a nargle?"

[blue_ajah]

It is restlessness, more than anything else, that drives her into the bar at the end of worlds on this evening.

(There is something in the wind, growing stronger. She knows it; she is certain of it, but cannot tell what it may be that approaches.)

Perhaps a cup of tea prepared by someone other than herself will serve to soothe.

With that in mind, Moiraine brushes down the skirts of her midnight-blue woolen dress, and glides across the bar.

[howling_laugh]

"Moiraine!" Coyote trills, obviously pleased with herself. "Happy New Year from Earth!"

She leans in carefully to kiss Moiraine. It's rather more restrained than her usual (no tongue) but still smack on the lips.

[blue_ajah]

It is through sheer surprise that she does not embrace saidar, although instinct and training both have her holding herself ready in a single heartbeat.

Moiraine stares at Coyote.

"... happy new year," she manages, dryly, after a moment. "I had not realized we were quite that close."

[souffle_girlek]

....

Goodness.

[howling_laugh]

HIYA SWEETIE.

Coyote hopes she likes kisses! Because she's getting one.

[souffle_girlek]

Oswin is nothing if not adapatable, and...

Well.

It isn't as if it's a bad kiss.

Oswin gets into the season and returns the gesture with interest.

[creator_raven]

Raven topples into Milliways after her, in a dress that is (for the moment) similarly sparkly, topped with her usual ragged black coat.

Some things never change.

Other things do.

[howling_laugh]

"There you are!" cheers Coyote. "Give me a kiss, silly bird!"

Coyote chucks a chunk of the mistletoe at her.

[creator_raven]

Raven snorts, reaching up to snag the mistletoe out of the air.

That she then tucks it behind her own ear is of no consequence.

Truly.

Then she snags Coyote and gives her one hell of a New Year's kiss.

(To be fair, Coyote has definitely used at least as much tongue in the past.)

[valiantrebel]

Harry positively stinks. He's been on the battlefields for the past month, so it's all horses and mud and sweat, for the most part. (He's also 19 and a half now! And he's filling out. How about that?)

He likes those showers here, though. Where could he find one...?

[howling_laugh]

BUT WAIT. BEFORE YOUR SHOWER, HOW ABOUT A BIG SMACKEROO?

Hi Harry! Give us a kiss!

[valiantrebel]

WHAT.

WELL.

OKAY.

BLINK BLINK.

"Am I missing something, or is this simply the custom?"

[mergich_singer]

There is a cat at the bar in a long, long fur coat.

Not that she looks like a cat: why would she, when there are so many other possibilities?

So she turns, and quirks a very blue look Coyote's way.