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

[thatwaslucky]

She was very cute. But oh.

"Do you need help?" Rey called after her.

Re: On deck

[outofherdepths]

She was trying! But her life before the boat had been very different.

"Okay," she said, nodding. "I'm not allowed to use the stove. Can you?"

Re: On deck

[thatwaslucky]

"I can," Rey answered. And hopefully Duke was cool with that.

Re: On deck

[outofherdepths]

She wasn't Larceny, so he'd probably be fine with it. But she still giggled and played with the light switches every now and then, so letting her fiddle with the stove was still on the list of bad ideas.

"This way we can make more," she said.