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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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[Ignis sits himself down opposite Aranea without ceremony, having moved on to eggnog some time ago. His collar has been loosened, the top two buttons of his shirt undone to offer reprieve from the alcohol-induced warmth-- but he's still sharper while inebriated than many people are sober.

He levels a smile at her, curious.]

Festive, aren't you? So what's the game?

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[ Well, well, well. This is a pleasant surprise. She'd like to congratulate the little prince's buttoned-up buddy on his apparent success at unwinding, but that might be rude. ]

For you, Disco? I'm thinking Yojimbo. Want to deal?

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[The name doesn't seem to bother him; they're well beyond manners at this point in the evening. He smirks, crossing his legs as he reaches for the cards and begins to shuffle, doing so easily despite the number of drinks he's had.]

I think I can manage. I take it you're prepared to make it a challenge?

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[ She means it affectionately. Those twinkly gloves of his are killer. Also, he's smirking! Would you look at that. The next party someone throws should be in his honor. ]

Always. What did you have in mind?

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[They do make a statement, don't they?]

Well, I expect you'll bring a certain level of skill to the game, but if you'd like to set stakes, I'm certainly open to the idea.

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[ OH. Well, that too. ]

I've been playing for clothes [ most of which she has magnanimously returned, because she's just good like that ] but if that's not, ah... within your field of interest, how about answers? Win a hand, ask a question, no topic off-limits.

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I see that.

[And yet:]

Somehow, I think playing for answers will be far more revealing than anything I might win off your back.

[It's not as though all your charms aren't already well on display, Aranea, lovely though they are.]

Very well-- no limits, for either of us.

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Perfect.

[ She grins. This is new. And new's usually fun, if is wasn't cooked up in a lab by some lunatic. ]

You deal us in, and we'll see what we see.

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[He smirks again in turn, finishing the last of the shuffling before proceeding to deal, legs crossed.]

Ladies first, naturally.

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[ Such a gentleman.

Aranea looks at her hand and -- laughs, immediately. It's a good thing they decided to change the stakes. Her helmet would crush his hair.

Still, she makes her first move in the swift and self-assured way of characters who know the rules so that we don't have to, and takes a healthy sip of her drink. ]

You know, I'm surprised you kids actually showed up.

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[He raises an eyebrow at that peal of laughter, curious, then examines the cards she's played before he goes on to play his own hand, self-assured in his handling of these handwaved rules. Ah, the beauty of RP magic.]

Are you? We were quite pleased to receive the invitation. We've all been in need of a bit of downtime, I'm afraid, though it's been difficult to allow ourselves to take it.

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Figures. At least when you're fighting for pay you get to clock out. I think I could really get used to this whole... helping deal.

[ She draws a card. Disaster. It's kind of a shame he's far too upstanding for her to tell herself he stacked the deck with any real conviction. ]

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It does have its merits, even if gil isn't always among them-- though there are hunting jobs to supplement, I suppose, and those you help are often willing to offer something to show their gratitude.

[Feel free to tell yourself whatever you like about the dealing of the cards to make yourself feel better, Aranea. He draws one in turn, tucking it away in his hand without a single shift in his expression. As was quite possibly expected, he has an excellent poker face.]