Tib's OOC Christmas Party

Damn! She's hidden all the mince pies...

I come out of the kitchen in time to hear Ari's speech.

"Thanks, Ari and I would like to thank you all for coming (well maybe not Jehanox)" I shout out raising my own glass.

Then I start handing out more glasses of eggnog...
 
Thanks, Tib...

I didn't miss his little comment as he hands Faith and me new glasses.

He's not happy that I'm here not that I blame him. The last time we met, I got 'retired' by Him at the Keyboard and Tib took my place (and my threads). Possibly he thinks that I'm going to retake his place.

"So. How's Zehrman?" I realise that Tib is talking to me. "Is he coming over as well?"

"No." I reply, shaking my head. "Lit deleted his account and Him at the Keyboard has no plans of reactivating it or him."

We both go quiet for a moment.

Aachhoo!

Faith sneezes.

"Sorry." she sniffles, getting up from my lap as I wipe a handful of flem from my ear...
 
Sharing the wealth.....

ooc...roflmao... he who sits at the key board I owe you one for that...

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I clean the mess up...

"Germ warfare...lol... Take off on me and just disappear..."

Softening my voice and offering 'him behind the keyboard' the gentlest of smiles...

"I've missed you... Your laughter and your great sense of fun... Merry Christmas to you my special friend"

Feeling like death warmed over which means I feel much better, I look around for a new mark.... eyes gleaming I look towards Ari...lol
 
"EXCUSE ME!!"

"Thank you. I have an announcement to make. Due to unforeseen occurances, the Christmas party has currently run out of mince pie!"

I glare at Tibvo and move over to my friend.

"Thank you, Faith. They sound delicious. I'm happy to see you looking a little better and renewing old aquaintances."

I looked toward Jehanox and smile.

"Wonderful to see you again. However, I might point out that however well aquainted you are with our mince-pie stealing host, you need to contribute a dish. Sorry, luv. Those are the rules."
 
Hi Honey_B I have My Dishes for The Christmas Party!

The First Dish is Spagetti that is served cold!

The Second Dish is some Pumpkin & Mice Meat Pies and I have a very Special Pie just for Tib!


Tib put The Mince Meat Pies back that you have not all ready eaten and I will give this pie to you!


Honey here are what is left of your Mince Meat Pies!

I whisper into Honey's ear now watch Tibs face as he bits into a piece of that pie I giggle it's The Best Pumpkin Roadkill Pie that I ever Baked!
 
Ari sees Faith approaching with bad intentions and tosses her a box of kleenex.
Faith a kiss on your cheek my sweet but I believe I am needed in the kitchen....

Honey,I whisper,
...look

From my pocket I take the small packet.

MOTHER RUDOLPH'S MINCE MEAT PIE
Condensed and freeze dried.
Just drop in boiling water!


Worth a try?

Hi Brat...how are you?!
 
I am doing pretty good!

"Ari you still look like your freezing"

here take some of my very special cookies I garente that they will warm up very fast the secrets all in the filling!
 
Roadkill Pie...?

With Brat's words still ringing in my ears, I rush upstairs to the bathroom and start to spew into the toilet basin.

Oh my poor stomach!...
 
Then it's just as well I came then...

I say to Honey as I duck back into the hall and retrieve two boxes.

"One contains a Black Forest Gateau cake. The other is a huge box of mince pies. Luckily I know what young Tib is like."

Handing them both to Honey, I then go back and get my presents for the tree...
 
Tib goes dashing past me...

looking a little green around the gills. I shake my head and follow him upstairs.

Tib is rinsing his mouth... "Looks like you've used a whole bottle of Lavoris, sweetie."

"She's mad you know. Pumpkin Roadkill Pie?" he says with a shudder.

"There, there. It's quite popular in some parts of the world, I hear. I think I even saw a show once..."

Tib's face starts to pale again. I reach for a washcloth and wet it with cool water. Loosening his Santa Suit, I wipe his face.

"You poor love. Let Marvel make it better," I say with a naughty grin.
 
Feeling a lot better...

Almost my old self, I spy a piece of mistletoe hanging above us.

I wonder where that come from? Oh well!

"Thanks, Marvel." I tell her as I lean forward to kiss her.

Only to belch in her face.

Oops!

Not being able to look into her stunned face, I quickly make my apologies and rush downstairs...
 
I come out of my little trance....

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and start chatting with Brat. We talk about our families and Christmas' past. We talk about our childhoods and enjoy the aromas of the foods being cooked in the oven.

I look over and see Tib turning the most unusual shade of green. I see all the happy faces chatting. I glance over at the table and notice Honey finishing up.

I see that there are placards by each plate. Each one decorated differently. I say to myself,"I hope we eat soon. I am getting hungry."

By the way, Happy Chanukah to those of us who are jewish.


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Hope I was not too late! Carrying my box of Christmas Pudding and a bag full of parcels, I hammered on the front door.

Is there anyone there?
 
Coming up behind Isster....

Reaching around him and opening the door...

"Come on, Isster.. I'm sure they are all busy inside and can't hear us.."


I lay down the parcels from Tex and myself under the tree....he'll be along shortly..

Pat Isster on the back.. and proceed to wish 'everyone' a very Merry Christmas.


I also brought a CD of the Charlie Brown Christmas.. I've always enjoyed this one very much..
 
laughing at Ari's retreat...

I hear Lillie's cheerful voice....

"Hi Lillie, if you think you can fight off this bug, I'd love to give you a hug...lol"


"Isster, Nice to meet you..."

Heading towards the kitchen,

"Honey, what still needs to be done, I'd really like to lend a hand here...."
 
Stunned? Flabbergasted? Flustered? Nonplussed?

Dumbfounded, I look at the rapidly wilting mistletoe. Well, if that doesn't beat all.

Fixing my makeup and combing my fingers through my hair, I grab a bottle from the medicine cabinet and head back downstairs making a quick stop in the kitchen for a spoon.

"Oh, Santa!" I call coyly. "C'mere, sweetie. I have something that will make you feel much better."

Tib looks at me with those big wide eyes of his. "Erm... Kisses?" he asks hopefully.

"No, love. Something that is sure to cure all that ails you though."
 
I spy Marvel under some mistletoe...

I creep up behind Marvel and tap her on the shoulder.

"Wha...? Jehanox!" she exclaims, looking at my hand pointing up at the mistletoe.

Before she can react, I take her in my arms as I give her a soul-shaking kiss.

Behind her, I see Tib tiptoeing away, saying a silent thank you.

No problem!...
 
Thank God! More guests...

"Lillie! Isster! Glad you could make it!" I grin as I help take the food and parcels.

"And thanks for getting the bourbon so I can make extra eggnog." I tell Lillie, giving her a peck on the cheek as I take the bottles from her.

"You say that Tex is behind you?"

She nods.

Looking behind me, I see that Jehanox's still smooching with Marvel (though she's looks like she's struggling a bit)...
 
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"Struggle indeed," SHE chuckles. "We'll just see about that."

An open message to "Him at the Keyboard":

You had best let that naughty Tibvo stay still to take his medicine.

Love,
"Her at the POSSESSED Keyboard"

"He" is really cruising... "She" thinks to herself. "Him" is just getting coal and sticks this year and poor Tibvo is not even getting that much.

Turning back to Jehanox, Marvel whispers "Now... Where were we?"
 
What!!!???

"Now... Where were we?" Marvel whispers as she puckers up her lips for another kiss.

Hey! This isn't supposed to happen!

"Ahem! Thanks, Marvel but I just remembered. I have to pay a penny."

It is like wresting an octopus but I manage to break away and rushing past the other guests, I quickly make for the sanctuary of the bathroom with Marvel on my heels, locking it before she tries to barge her way in...

Him at the Keyboard: Gulp!
 
Leading Lillie and Isster into the living room...

I peer upstairs and see Marvel banging on the bathroom door.

"Let me in, Jehanox! I just want to give you another kiss!"

Poor Jehanox!

Showing them to their chairs, I offer some eggnog...
 
"There you are, Marvel, my dear. Been looking for you all over the place!" Kitsuke whips off his serving person garb and pulls her away from the door, kissing her soundly on the lips. "That's the entirely wrong door. The bedroom is this way."

Pulling her inside the empty bedroom the door is closed and locked... the sound of a chair being wedged up against the door to prevent unwanted intruders from spoiling all the fun. Raucous laughter is soon stifled and subtle noises emanate....
 
Suddenly I can hear bumping noises coming from the room directly above...

The bedroom? I think to myself, aware that everyone has stopped talking and are listening.

Jehanox!! What are you and Marvel are up to up there?

It sounds like the ceiling's going to cave in at any moment.

"What's going on?"

Looking round, I see Jehanox standing next to me.

"Then if that's not you who...?" I gasp.

"I think it's Kitsuke. Recognised his voice through the door." Jehanox replies.

"Oh yes, Baby! Take me!!! Oh take me!!!"

Marvel?

Now everyone's smiling.

Oh God!

Quickly, snatching up Lillie's Charlie Brown Christmas CD, I cram it into the HI-FI and jack up the volume, hoping to drown out the noise.

"Now who wants more eggnog?" I shout...
 
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(and who could this be?....)

...slowly materializing in the glowing white haze of blowing snow, the shapeless form seems to dissolve and then reappear more solidly, only to again dissolve away suddenly in the heavy veils of drifting, frozen cloud......... :confused: :)
 
(.....is it really him???)

....and then suddenly, there he was....at first a dark grey mass, long and dark....and then separating into two forms, the first churning the snow in front of it, the second seeming to glide along behind it....and as form and colour and detail began to coalesce into a focused image of a red cloaked figure pulling a mounded tobaggen behind him, the sound and sight of his heaving breath could be heard and seen and almost felt as heavy white smoke seemed to burst from his face, swirling ever so briefly before being torn away by the driving winds of the growing storm... ;) :)
 
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