Mistletoe Anon
She turned to see what he wanted, only to be belted in the face with her extra mug. She stood there for a moment, in shock. Finally she turned to him with a glare, "Ye' bloody arse!! "she snapped, grabbing the mug and tossing it back, "ye' babby, lear' ti' hold yer drink boyo!!" she yelled, stomping over to him, "lucky I dun gob off ti' the others, eh?" she grumped. "Bloody diddie muncher..." she mumbled under her breath.
oh yes...fun is to be had >:3
He caught the mug again, but fell backwards in the process, then sat on the floor and listened with annoyance to the sprite yelling in his face. "Is was yer mug in the first place!" he yelled back, tossing it at her again, like a drunken game of hot potato. And he wasn't really sure what she'd just called him, but he was sure it was an insult. "Ya... ya... filthy twig!" he insulted back like an idiot.