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[yourunichase]

[Have a happy, relaxed looking Parker wearing a truly horrible sweater, one she refused to wear during port. She's holding a cup of eggnog and standing in front of an ornately decorated fireplace. The one in her room if you've been there before. In her hair there's a giant red bow.]

Christmas, it's lovely. I am so glad I'm here for it. I can't bake like Rex, so you should stop by for some eggnog. It's great, just like my Dad used to make.

[Added later, and Parker looks embarrassed.]

I've been assigned an inmate. Parker, you and me need to meet!

[Private to Paddy.]

[A big grin.]

I really owe you an apology. I didn't think mistletoe worked like that I was wrong.

[Private to Uhura]

Sorry I was a bitch to you before. It just really looked wrong and I know how much you hate me. It's alright though, I like you.

Comments

private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

...what happened?

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

Oh my God not you too.

Parker, are you aware you look like Santa puked on you?

Private

[lt-n-uhura.livejournal.com]

I...don't hate you.

Are you alright?

private

[yourunichase]

I ran into Kay under some mistletoe.

[yourunichase]

I am just in the Christmas spirit. Tidings of great fucking joy and everything.

Private.

[yourunichase]

I am just in the Christmas spirit.

And it's okay, I know you do.

Re: private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

Christ how old is he?

Right. Well. Yeah. I'm sure we're even, then. All is fucking well.

Private.

[lt-n-uhura.livejournal.com]

No, Parker I don't hate you.

And, that's good. I suppose.

Re: private

[yourunichase]

I love you. Don't be mad. You should come over. I want to give you what I brought early.

[naughtbutlife.livejournal.com]

Eggnog? With libations?

Private.

[yourunichase]

[Parker laughed.]

Well, I like you, Uhura. I'm sorry I considered shooting you in the leg. I wouldn't have shot you in the knee or anything, just the leg. A flesh wound and no permanent damage.

[yourunichase]

Of course with libations. It wouldn't be very good eggnog without the bourbon.

Private.

[lt-n-uhura.livejournal.com]

That's not really comforting.

There's nothing between us, by the way.

[naughtbutlife.livejournal.com]

Then I would absolutely love to partake, madam.

Private.

[yourunichase]

I know, he said. Well, after he made it sound like there was, but he said.

You should come and have eggnog.

Private.

[lt-n-uhura.livejournal.com]

No, thanks. I'd rather not push it.

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

No. No, some dweeb up in the lab turned 'Christmas spirit' into a freaking airborne epidemic. You're -

Oh, whatever. None of this is gonna sink in. When this wears off? I want you to remember that I pointed out you were wearing a sweater with chains and a bow in your hair and you decided to continue doing so.

[yourunichase]

Shego, come over and have some fucking eggnog.

Private.

[yourunichase]

Alright. Merry Christmas, Uhura.

[yourunichase]

Great. Sexby is invited as well, if he wants to come.

[gotgreenmagic.livejournal.com]

I would rather drown myself but thanks for offering.

Re: private

[christ-onabike.livejournal.com]

Love, love, wait for Christmas already...

What's up? You seem... weird.

[naughtbutlife.livejournal.com]

He may. If he wishes to remain in the cabin...well, more for the both of us.

Re: private

[yourunichase]

I'm fine. I'm just really excited for Christmas.

[yourunichase]

Okay, Shego. Whatever you want.