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I'll be your huckleberry
Next will to post will be Terri
Merry Christmas
to the AChat VillagePopping out of the back room wearing my Christmas sweater that Miss Stone so thoughtfully provided everyone with. I think mine is the best of them all… not too flashy… but it does kind of say enough.
I make my way to the stage and up to the microphone… I tap on it… “is this thing on?”
“The clergy is concerned about the lack of religion in Christmas. According to an unofficial survey, the only time most people mention God is when they check the price tags.”
“Winking at a street corner Santa and asking him for a luscious blonde, Mr. Mooncalf was surprised when Mrs. Mooncalf promised he was going to get it.”
“Not that Santa Clauses have it easy. The Santa at Macy's has water on the knee… at least a dozen times a day.”
“The minister glared down at Mr. Foster and roared, “And are you, my son, a soldier in the army of the Lord?”
Surprised at being singled out, Mr. Foster replied anxiously, “Y-yes sir, I am.”
“Then why,” pressed the clergyman, “do we see you here only at Christmas.”
Thinking quickly, Mr. Foster replied, “Would you believe, sir, I'm in the secret service.”“Thank you, I'll be here all week”
I make my way off the stage and into the bar room.
The bar looks better than it ever has, and everyone is of good cheer, even those I expected not to be. Miss Stone and Jayc are snuggled together in a dance, I raise an eyebrow when I notice that they are both wearing gimp masks. “You would think that in celebration of the season, the wager payment would have been postponed a week,” I think.
Sliding up between the two mischevious munchkins, I place a kiss on each of their cheeks. They jump a little, when I make contact, as they did not see me come up behind them. “I need to make my way around the bar,” I tell Pookie and Terri, “then I'll come back for a Christmas drink with you.”
“Miss Stone,” I say as I approach her and Jayc, “I've always suspected that if anyone could wear a gimp mask with class, it would be you… and I see that I am not wrong.”
She laughs as we kiss in greeting. “That jumper is perfect for you Coves.” She says to me, “I made the right choice.”
“You did,” I reply to her while shaking Jayc's hand, “though I kind of like all of them I see.” I eyeball J's sweater. He too is gimped. “Merry Christmas, my friend.” I chuckle to myself as I move off.
Sneaking up behind Brandybee, I take hold of her wrist and spin her slightly as in a dance move, then pull her in tight. “Good evening, Miss Gimp.” I say with a grin. She gives me a quick kiss on the lips before moving off to where ever it is she goes.
I share a glass of bourbon with AusWoody, while we wish each other a Merry Christmas.
Leaning into Miss Darbi while she's at the bar drinking what appears to be a fireball, I say, “you know, you can put all those drinks on my tab. You may as well, everyone else does.”
Lover and Miss Roxy are together, and I make my way to them to wish them both a Merry Christmas. We exchange pleasant greeting and some small talk before I break away.
Amy is seated at the bar, and I give her a kiss on her cheek. “Merry Christmas, Sweets.” I say to her, “be sure to put your drinks on my tab.”
Moving back to the two munchkins, who are seated at the end of the bar by the dwarf's panel. I slip in between them again, and reaching up underneath the bar, I feel around, bumping the two of them with my elbows.
“What the heck are you doing?” Pookie asks.
“Looking for something.” I answer. “There something here… it's taken me over a year to find it…” I continue feeling under the bar with my elbows still poking them.
“Covie,” Terri says, “if you are going to keep doing that…”
Her words trail off when I exclaim, “ah ha!”
I find what I was looking for and give it a little push with my finger. The dwarf's panel drops into the floor. “Heheh, those clever little buggers.” I reach in and grab hold of my prize. A mistletoe head band, that I put on my head. I slide the panel back into place and listen for the latch to catch. “click”
“OKAY,” I holler out over the din, “DON'T EVERYONE CROWD IN AT ONCE, THERE'S PLENTY OF TIME, WE HAVE ALL NIGHT. I WILL BE WEARING THIS MISTLETOE SO DON'T FORGET TO KISS THE ONE UNDER IT. NOW, WHO'S FIRST?”
