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Who: Network folks who are in Locke for Xmas
Where: A community center (let's say it's the same one from the first aid thing)
When: Backdated to December 23
What: Christmas/Holiday Party!
Warnings: Shenanigans? Kissing?

[ Ah yes, come one, come all! As per the plotting, let's just say Ryan put out a message that went something like this:

Hey everyone! I was wondering how many of us are stuck here in Locke for the holidays. I'm used to parties and celebrating with friends, so I figured, why not do that anyway! It'll be a Network-only thing, so don't be shy. And if you wanna help, just let me know!

And thus your character finds themselves here, a part of christmas cheer and echoes, surrounded by free food and tinsel and even Mistletoe... The Christmas party! And by Christmas I mean Santa and reindeer and all that lame stuff. ]

[ Feel free to start your own top-level comments I mean seriously, if you need an excuse for dumb shenanigans this is it. ]

Comments

[dirtdevil]

[ He eyes the ridiculous sign from a fair distance from any visible mistletoe. You know, just in case someone gets the wrong idea. Can't be too careful. ]

Oh, thank goodness for that sign. Heaven knows what atrocities I might have been not at all tempted to commit had I not been informed of the rules.

[wirsinddiejager]

[Shrug.]

Octavia's kind of paranoid that everyone wants my ass. I doubt you're one of the people she's worried about, though.

[Because seriously who would ever think that these two would ever kiss hahaha]

[dirtdevil]

Uh, yeah, considering she was screaming at me for not thinking you're "cute," I'd say that's probably correct.

No offense, of course.

[ Hahaha, what a knee-slapper. ]

[wirsinddiejager]

Dude, I am more than okay with you never thinking I'm cute.

[dirtdevil]

Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't think your ass is in as much demand as she thinks it is.

[ This is a normal conversation between friends, yes indeed. ]

[wirsinddiejager]

That may be possible.

[That totally doesn't hurt his feelings at all wow. Also yes this is a completely and utterly normal conversation.]

[wasthatmymom]

[Scampering over to continue ruining Levi's life.]

But dude aren't you like...

Forty?

[dirtdevil]

[ Uh oh, the secret is out. Was it the smoldering "I haven't slept in five days" look that gave it away?

For real though why this kid again. Why. He tries to hold back a cringe (unsuccessfully). ]

45, actually. Why are you trying to hang out with an old man?

[wasthatmymom]

Oh. No wonder you don't like Outkast...Man I had you all wrong.

Plus, if you were actually just in your twenties I'd be like, oh man, this guy is aging like a fucking dog.

[IS HE PLAYNG ALONG WITH THE JOKE??? IS HE TOO STUPID TO REALIZE LEVI IS KIDDING??? We just don't know.]

[dirtdevil]

[ Ohhh sweet merciful God grant him the serenity not to grab this little fucker by the 'fro and dropkick him into next week. He slooowly takes a sip of his drink, not breaking eye contact. It's only about a six out of ten on the death glare scale but he's hoping it gets the message across.

Who is he kidding though, it totally won't. ]

[wasthatmymom]

So...

You got kids?

[dirtdevil]

[ He looks "thoughtful" for a moment before answering. ]

Just one; a son I put up for adoption when he was a baby because he smelled really bad. It's funny, he looked just like you...

[wasthatmymom]

[A long pause, and Connie stares into Levi's eyes. Searching.

A gentle gasp passes from his lips.]

...Dad?

[dirtdevil]

I suppose you were bound to find out sooner or later. As for aging "like a fucking dog," though, well...

[ He makes a vague motion towards his totally radiant/glowing/youthful face, then hands his "son" his now empty cup. ]

I'm afraid it runs in the family. Now, do your old dad a favor and get me another drink.