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[onlyanapple]

[So, Crowley is sitting in the lobby today, tossing a nutcracker up and down in the air idly, waiting. Waiting for what? Well, you. He does so love this time of year. It's a big boost to his net amount of evil, sort of like a Christmas bonus really. If Hell gave Christmas bonuses.

They don't.

He dictates cheerfully into the journal]

It's that time of year again. And, as tradition dictates, I'm offering the chance for anyone who wishes it to play a little game. Whoever kisses the most people by the time these fun little guys vanish gets a crate of alcohol of their choice, and bragging rights for the rest of the year. There aren't any rules, except don't lie about how many people you've kissed. I'll know and that is no way to win.

So. Who wants to play?

[[ooc: Open for planned and unplanned kisses!]]

Comments

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[wilder]

[oh hey he always likes alcohol]

Do you get extra points if it goes beyond kissing?

forever!

[onlyanapple]

Double points for oral sex, triple points if you actually get laid properly.

and ever

[wilder]

Do I have to give their names? I have a strict no lay and tell policy

ACTION

[holyrabies]

[Mavis hasn't met Crowley yet, but that doesn't stop her from eagerly heading over to him when she sees him with the nutcracker.]

I love those. They look different than the ones my dad would have made, though.

[onlyanapple]

Not at all. All I need are numbers, names are not required.

forever!

[onlyanapple]

[Oh Mavis you FOOL. He arches a brow, a smirk crossing his face]

Oh? Which ones did your dad make?

[holyrabies]

Oh, he didn't make them! I think-- [A pause, as her expression turns to one of confusion.] Actually, I don't know who did. It was kind of detailed work for the zombies...

They looked like all the different guests we'd get at the hotel, though. It was really cute.

[She really could go on forever about this sort of thing. Or... Could she? Suddenly, this guy's lips are looking miighty distracting.]

[wilder]

Ahaha, okay!

Then count me in! ♥

[onlyanapple]

Great, welcome aboard. Happy kissing, and all that.

[onlyanapple]

...Zombies. Right.

Sounds like a creative if somewhat corny publicity stunt if you ask me.

[He's taking a moment to consider if she's legal or not, don't mind him]

1/2

[holyrabies]

[That would normally bug her, but coming from this cutie? It's fine.

And she is so legal. Although with her behavior, it's a fair question.]

No, it's actually really cool. And yeah, zombies. You know? Zombies?

[Leaning in cloooosseeer...]

[holyrabies]

[Ah, screw waiting.]

[onlyanapple]

[Oh well, she looks close enough, what the hell.

He'll just enjoy that kiss, mentally adding another line to his tally]

[holyrabies]

[Dang, it's a good kiss. A very good kiss, indeed--

Woah woah woah wait up. As the magic wears off, Mavis pulls away abruptly, and just... Gapes.

What just happened? How could she do that? She's zinged!]

[wilder]

Happy to be aboard, heh heh heh.

[onlyanapple]

Nice to see Paradisa hasn't lost everyone who knows how to have a good time.

[onlyanapple]

[He is VERY good at it. He's had a lot of practise, after all. He'll grin at her expression]

Welcome to a Paradisan Christmas.

[holyrabies]

No, no, no... No...

[And while the more rational might seek out an explanation as to what he means, Mavis bolts.]

[onlyanapple]

[Oh well, off those the weird chick. A nicer guy would go after her to see how she is.

Buuut Crowley's not really all that nice, so he'll let her bolt.

He'll prod her again later, or something. Probably]

[nihilo]

I'll play.

[onlyanapple]

Excellent, so nice to see some new blood interested this time around.

action!

[thehangedrose]

[Too bad Garry hasn't seen Crowley's post just yet, because he would be so avoiding him if that was the case.]

[But he hasn't, so he's just walking along the hallway, trying to make it back to his room before getting into more awkward situations.]

[TOO BAD LIFE HATES HIM, AND ALL.]

[However, he has been informed that the nutcracker is the cause of all this, so don't mind if he stops in his walk a few feet away and kind of has a nervous spasm at the sight of it in your arms, Crowley.]

W-what are you doing??! Put that thing down!!

[nihilo]

The offer extends to a crate of good wine, of course?

[dicated]

[wishmadeinfire]

I cannot say what it says about me when I hear this and instantly think Felix shall be enjoying said game.

_{[He blames you, Crowley.]}

[onlyanapple]

Certainly, if that's more your taste.