The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Christmas Eve

[betterthanaplan]

As a rule, he didn't tend to do much for the winter holidays -- unless you counted "go somewhere it's not winter" -- but some combination of Fandom's festivities and the cold weather had actually put him into something of a Christmas-y mood this year, so the Rouge's deck was -- well. Decked. There were string lights and garlands all over the open deck area, especially around the table holding the big thermos of hot, buttered rum. He'd set up a little fire pit on the metal cargo-bay doors, and the door to the galley and lounge below-decks was propped open with a now-dormant loaf of yesterday's fruitcake, in case people preferred to go in where it was warmer.

As discussed, Duke had only mentioned the party to a few people since planning it with Rey. It was Christmas, though, so if people decided to wander up and say hi, he wouldn't turn them away.

[up early and ready for all the slowplay. A few people in the know expected, but as it says in the narrative, it's open for wandering in if you want, too!]

Comments

Re: On deck

[outofherdepths]

"Okay," Larceny said, easily.

There was a pause and then, "I don't know what to say to you next."

Re: On deck

[okteiviakom]

Octavia huffed out a snort, almost despite herself. One side of her mouth ticked up, just barely.

I bet she could use a perspective like yours.

"That's fine," she rasped. "I don't know half the time, either."

Re: On deck

[outofherdepths]

"Because I'm weird?"

Re: On deck

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shook her head. It was only a tiny movement.

"Because I'm weird, too."