Day Seven: Christmas
The elves all toasted at the table when the unwilling ornament hung himself, along with the star, on the giant Christmas tree Hevlaska had helped him decorate earlier. Krory cried out hoping someone would get him down as he tugged on the end of his cape that had gotten caught on one of the fake evergreen branches. Everyone laughed in at the poor blonde angels had to go get him down, showing everyone just what was up their togas about half way up the ladder.
An eggnog drinking contest was held, two representatives from each group (forced into participating) faced off in a battle of the ‘please don’t let me up chuck in front of everyone’.
Cross glared at blond across the table from him, attempting to intimidate the Asian Branch head, who was already broken out into terrible hives as it was. Grinning like an idiot, Sherrill waved at the boy with white mane from down the table, the boy already looking sick with out the eye-patch wearing moron making gagging sounds behind him. Bookman didn’t even bother to take his eyes off his glass to look at the dotted, long haired servant of Llevier’s. Johnny and Miranda blushed at each other from over the edges of their nog, neither feeling that well. Froi smiled weakly at his fellow general, who had to leave her monkey behind for a fear of cheating. Chaoji slid a look over at the short haired Asian guardian who wasn’t the most pleased with the stench of her drink.
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Two hours later…
“MY GOD WOMAN!”
Cross looked down in his lap where the blonde woman had spewed, complete disgust all that showed on his face as the other three laughed passed their glasses at him. Everything grew dark as he deeply inhaled the scent, the last remaining objects in his sight spinning as he passed out backwards off of the bench, splashing the last of his drink to soak in the wood.
Sherrill shot a thumbs up at his redheaded partner that was being beaten to death by Tykki and Kanda for just not ‘STOPPING THE DAMN VOMITING NOISES’, his distraction had helped get rid of at least five of the competitors. Watching the man down a few spaces on the bench, he saw the Bookman lean his head against his wrist, the empty glass slipping from his hand as he became unconscious. Feeling quite queasy and tired himself, he slid a quick glance at the only remaining opponent. The spiky-haired male didn’t looked phased, though his face was a bit flushed and his large fingers cracked the cup as he sipped the eggnog slowly.
“Hmm… You’re pretty good.”
“T-thanks.”
Shocked, his eyes widened as he saw that the redness of the man’s face was merely because he was blushing. His gut must… Must be like… Iron. The contents of his glass began to twist in front of his eyes, his vision growing dim. He welcomed the darkness, a sigh of happiness escaping him as he laid his head on the table.
“Ah. I can take it no longer.”
That dumbass! He wasn’t supposed to pass out! Shaking his head, he let go of the hair he’d fisted when forcing the Bookman heir’s head against the wall. Our plan didn’t count on this… Straightening himself out, he brushed a bit of debris off of his brown reindeer suit. Flashing the signal, he waited for Rhode and Lulubell to come crashing down on his little bit of merry making.
Minutes passed and still nothing happened, he moved to signal again but saw that his niece was fast asleep, leaning against one of the boxes beneath the tree. Sighing he shook his head, but instead of feeling disappointed, he was glad they didn’t have to ruin this occasion for everyone.
“We’re leaving, thank you all for your hospitality.”
“Please take these with you… I hope we spelled your names right.”
He bowed to Komui, who handed him some a bag filled with different sized boxes. A sickeningly warm fuzzies invaded his stomach as he thought about how much fun he’d had despite being ordered around and annoyed to the brink of insanity. He smiled to himself, calling the ark to open up in the large dining room. Slowly dragging his passed out brother, he tossed the man into the ark, going to get Rhode and the cat that was perched in her lap. Nodding once more, he tossed a box to Lavi before stepping into the portal.
“That’s my payment for troubling you.”
The conscious members of the Black Order waved at the departing Noah, large smiles on their faces calling out before the ark could close and disappear.
“Merry Christmas!”
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A/N: OMGOSH! I didn't think I'd have this posted in time for Christmas! I'm still a bit disappointed in myself for procrastinating so long that I had to make this short and sweet, constantly staring at the clock hoping that it wouldn't hit midnight before I could begin typing it up on TheO. Hopefully, you all will enjoy it, (as I had some fun writing it) and have a very merry holiday.
