oh dear god

[unweaving]

Lady A's Christmas Chaos!!!

Saving the world from assholes dressed like a sofa is hard work, and even heroes need to let loose. What better time than the festive season? So what if you're in a world where Christianity isn't a thing! It's time to don your ugliest Christmas sweater, put on your dancing shoes, and tell those around you just how much you love tolerate them. Dance, sing, bone down on the couch, get so drunk on eggnog you puke on the carpet -- Aranea doesn't care, she's way too smart to do his in her own damn house! GET TO PARTYING.

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[noodledream]

I'm easy to make comfortable. [ His smirk lingers as he stretches long legs out in front of him, beneath the table between them. ] What about you? I'm open to negotiating other stakes, if these aren't high enough for your liking. Nothing wrong with a little friendly challenge, right?

[unweaving]

What, and miss my shot at that sweater? Not a chance.

[ They're probably even the same cup size.

She leans towards him, fingers linked in front of her. She can't even tell if he's showing off, and that? Makes things interesting. ]

What's your game?

[noodledream]

There are easier ways to get your hands on my sweater that don't involve a crushing defeat in a challenge of chance. [ He points this out with an easy laugh, but he too leans forward in interest, one arm propped atop his knee as he angles himself towards her, eyeing her in speculation. ]

I'm usually pretty flexible. We could try poker. Or triple triad.