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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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[howling_laugh]

"Well, they have to work harder to shock us now, but surprise is still possible. Come have a drink with me." It's a question, but one Coyote is pretty sure she already knows the answer to.

[creator_raven]

"Only if it is for being whiskey."

Raven is picky.

Sometimes.

[howling_laugh]

"If you insist. Can it be in a fancy glass?" That is the key here.

[creator_raven]

Raven makes a face.

But in the spirit of hilarity, which is much better than the spirit of the season --

"That will possibly not be so bad."

If Coyote insists.

[howling_laugh]

Oh, she does. She does.

Coyote links their arms, and strikes out toward the bar.

"Onward, then!"

[creator_raven]

Onward and, later, possibly also upward.

Provided Coyote can be persuaded to trying out wings again.

For a start.

More unlikely things have happened.

Somewhere.