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It was hard to tell if Caelius was disappointed because a) once again, he had an amazing habit of walking in on everyone doing all the wrong things at the perfect time or b) because one cursory scan of the room later told him that everyone he hated was here, which was pretty much everyone.

Unfortunately it was tradition that every year that he of course was in charge of the closing party ceremony. Because as much as H loved his annual holiday episodes of The Doctor Himself Encounters A Motel Room, a party was not truly concluded without something blowing up, dying horrifically, combusting spontaneously into flames, or in many occasions, all of the above. Circe thought it was a good idea, he thought it was a good idea, thus the two of them might at least outweigh the little Santa consciousness telling him that this was a very bad idea, and that he was going directly on the naughty kids list.

But for now, he simply found the least preoccupied corner and simply waited. All in due time.

"I... I think... I n-need another drink... ahahaha..." Jerry wobbled to his feet and no sooner had he stood, he turned on his heal to try to run. "M-merry Hanukkah!" He squeaked before practically throwing himself at the bar, glancing around frantically for a fresh glass oh god anything to get rid of that taste and maybe some to throw in his eyes and... and.... but... was this some sort of bizaar christian thing??

"Oh! Ah... ahahaha er... H-hi, er... D-doctor! M-miss Clarice!" He added as she whisked past, "Er... I ah..." Hope you didn't just see that oh god, "Ah.... H-happy Ch-chrisanukkah! I mean... " Just get his drink and carry on and pray no one had just seen what had just transpired. "Er... the bar's lovely isn't it?"

All he could hear was Eva laughing and yelling his name. He turned, stuffing yet another confection in his mouth, and with his mouth still half full he pointed at the girl meaningfully.

"Keep laughing, princess. You'll be next." Oh damn.

Petra was just making things worse, and she knew it. He shook his head and gave her what attempted to be a very serious glare, but just looked like he was trying not to laugh. "I think Maddie's been through enough for one night, don't you?" He gave Maddie a meaningful look, in hopes he was right about that. "Poor thing's gonna have chapped lips by the end of the night, especially in a dress like that. She'll be beating the boys off her with a baseball bat."

She gave Eva another glance, and one eye cocked threateningly. I know you're still laughing at me, squirt, his expression said.

Again, a peppermint swirl of blush and scars as he turned to stare at H in a look of desperation. "It's... it's... ahahaha um! A er... f-f-f-festive time of year I suppose! I er... do hope you have someone for under the mistletoe, my friend!" He smiled weakly, lifting his glass in a toast, "I should... p-probably go find Candace, we had a bit of a er... misunderstanding and um..." He had been avoiding her for the last ten minutes.

Marcus, who was in the thrall of the Christmas Spirit, (and Joy formula 5), was wondering what the ******** everybody was doing kissing each other and not their loved ones and kissing was not good unless you really meant it and god.

At least go mack on poor Gale you bunch of sex manics.

Grabbing a shot from the table, he swung it down. He was underage but so were some people here and- No one upstaged him on kissing. NO ONE. The burn of alcohol in his system and Marcus looked at his target. Cass. Going right up to her with full intents on making out, if it was luck or fate, he tripped, lading face first into her cleavage.
Well. He was still kissing part of her.

((Rolled for Marcus kissing skill :'D oh Dice))

Jerry had just swallowed a few more blissful mouthfuls of delicious freedom when suddenly H had stood, dragging him away from the blessed, blessed bar and... "Smile?" Wait, what? He turned and blinked at a camera being pointed his way. Oh, Doctor... how silly! What on earth would Candace want a photo of him and H together for? All the same, the alcohol in his system made him relax just a bit... unfortunately what he felt was a charming smile had taken a bit of a dive to the drunken-lopsided as a fit of giggles overtook him.

MARCUS WAS IN HER CLEAVAGE.

This was a situation of great concern to Cass as she stood there with her slice of cake, unsure if she should stop eating it to try and correct the situation, or keep eating and let Marcus enjoy the situation as it was. She ended up setting the plate on the back of his head and finishing off the cake first.

She was at least pretty sure he wouldn't suffocate in there, right?

Right??

She stroked his hair a bit when she was done, abandoning the plate haphazardly on the table before she perked up, noticing the sudden festivity. Pictures? PICTURES? SHE WANTED A PICTURE WITH MARCUS. Cass started doing that nearly-vibrating thing again. "MARCUSMARCUSMARCUS." She pulled his head up and out of her chest to stare him down.

"PICTURE. NOW." she was wide eyed, not giving her partially buzzed boy much of a chance to protest (if he had any) before she ran over to where Julie was with the camera, grabbing onto Marcus and leaning against him.

"US NEXT, US NEXT!"

And then there was a flash. And not the kind of flash where Cass flashed people. Not that kind.