→ i don't want a lot for christmas, there is just one thing i need

[creatio]

CHARACTERS: Barbie House Residents & You.
LOCATIONS: That pink little number where superpowered girls live.
WARNINGS: None in post, please let me know if I need to change that.
SUMMARY: Ugly sweater party time.

( If you know Kimberly and Clary at all, then you'll know there's been a festive treat in the works for a while. People will have received their personally designed invitations during the week, but neither of them have been shy in mentioning the party while wandering the city laden with shopping bags. The house is suitably decorated - enough mistletoe to potentially be a biohazard - but with a little help from the world's best ( and most stylish ) warlock Magnus Bane, it's definitely looking the part. And if it's a little small, well outside is covered in lights too, an army of space heaters dotted in their garden to make things as cosy as possible.

There's multiple flavours of punch, though be wary of the one that smells overwhelmingly of gingerbread, someone was a little heavy handed with the liquer. If that doesn't float your boat then the living room table is laid out with different drinks and snacks, some more festive than others. Eat, drink, be merry. And if you hear Blue Christmas at any point in their festive playlist, please track down Baby and give him a hug ( or a drink ... or one of those sprigs of mistletoe. )

The only rule ( and it's definitely a rule ) wear a Christmas sweater or suffer the wrath of women scorned. Though maybe not something with tassles or baubles, Simba might be after them. )

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kimberly hart • open.

[recoined]

( kimberly hart is all about that party bass. her sweater, for the record, is obviously a winner; the pinterest-worthy crown of greenery and bright red berries atop her head is the pink ranger's best nod to the color scheme of the season. as a matter of fact, there's no pink on her to be found at all — even her beloved barbie house is bedecked in reds and greens and whites in the spirit of the season.

she spends most of the evening, however, purposely not crossing paths with the giant ginger cat monstrosity she shares residence with. sorry, clary — no matter how much you insist, she will not be smooching a cat under the mistletoe. her boyfriend, though? or any number of friends who cross ways with her under the sprigs of green dotted just about everywhere in the barbie house? absolutely. be prepared for enthusiastic kissing, either on the cheek or the hand or maybe even a good old-fashioned mouth to mouth smooch if she's feeling particularly festive... good luck avoiding it if you're not.

if you'd like to dance, or maybe just want to flop onto a cozy couch inside or the hastily-arranged seating arrangement outdoors, kimberly's your girl. just please don't ask her to drink anything that smells like rubbing alcohol and allspice. go for the red punch, please. she'd prefer not to die tonight from gingerbread liqueur poisoning. )

[risers]

[ the only christmas cheer on alec is the reindeer antlers on his head. otherwise, he's dressed casually in comfortable slacks and a red shirt. this is the most he'll be doing for the party. he's here for clary (and to steal simba), and when clary doesn't have his best friend in her hands, he's looking for the only one who understands him. ]

[ he looks now, behind furniture and doors. he's close to meowing to let simba know it's okay, he won't make him do anything he doesn't want to do. right now, he'll keep searching, and wishing he had a rune to track down cats. ]

[ spotting kimberly, he beelines over to her, but not without looking here and there for simba. ] Have you seen Clary's cat?

[recoined]

Uh. ( she has, in fact, but she's been doing her best to avoid simba. she's not really into the whole kissing cats thing, no matter how much clary begs, so it's better to just ignore the entire idea. ) I really don't want to kiss him.

( which she knows sounds weird, but it's the truth. though... alec doesn't seem the type to ask her to do it. maybe that's not his goal here. )

Why do you want Simba? Because I should warn you, he's kind of a creep.

[risers]

[ alec makes a face. mundanes and their eccentricities ... clary fray is starting to make a whole lot of sense now. ]

[ that should be all on the matter. what he should do next is tell kimberly why he wants simba — to spend time with him, as the only individual in the house that he likes. instead, he's going to indulge himself. as soon as he decides to do so, he knows he's going to regret it. ]

[ arching his brow, it's evident alec thinks she's nuts. too much punch? too much pink? ] You think a cat's a creep?

[recoined]

He likes to watch. ( she doesn't elaborate. at least, not immediately. give her a minute to decide whether or not she wants to spill this secret. ) I can't tell you how many times I've looked up to find him on the corner of the bed staring at me.

( cats are garbage. she's 100% a dog person. at least dogs have the courtesy to go lay down on the couch when she wants to get laid. )

Also, Clary's kind of a creep for trying to get me to make out with her cat under the mistletoe, so if you wanna hide him from her for a while, I won't complain.

[risers]

[ if alec is disturbed by this information, he doesn't show it. he lets out a sigh, as if irritated, but the context behind it is lacking. ]

[ still, the cat is his best bet. he can hold him for ransom if he needs to, but that isn't one of his top thoughts. all he wants is a quiet friend, even if he's a big pervert. (and he'll get points for taking him away, right?) ]

Some people shouldn't be allowed to own cats. [ case in point: clary. it's the only disapproval she'll receive from him in this instance, with his read-between-the-lines declaration of taking that cat as a lightwood. ]

[ it's only then that his brows furrow slightly. ] Why did you let her have one? Don't you mundanes have pet licences?

[recoined]

I didn't let her do anything. Blame Jace. ( which kimberly does, almost always, because everything can go back to being jace's fault. he's convenient that way. ) He adopted the stupid thing and then dropped it off here because he kept forgetting to feed it, and Clary's too much of a pushover to say no.

( because clary's in love, the kind of goo-goo eyes love that makes kimberly roll her eyes every time she sees the two of them together. but at least no one's sad. that's a plus, she supposes. )

So... are you going to kidnap him or what?

[risers]

[ he merely blinks. at least she's got that out of her system, and to someone who won't go running to clary or jace and spin it into a bigger web than what it is. clary's annoying. jace is at fault. alec doesn't care enough to act on it. ]

Yeah.

[ alec's face doesn't change one bit. is the sky blue? yeah. are you tall? yeah. it's almost like he's not going to break his sort-of friend's heart. ]

Do you know where he is?

[recoined]

( bless him. the lack of reaction is a good thing, in her opinion. it means she doesn't have to explain further just why jace gets to do fuckall he wants in a house he doesn't even live in. technically, anyway. )

Pretty sure he's hiding in the bathroom. He likes the tub.

( which is a bit annoying, in her opinion. cleaning cat hair out of the tub is not the thing she wants to do before taking a bubble bath. )

[risers]

[ easy. mission completed. now, he needs to try and ensure that that cat actually likes him, which is another mission in itself. ]

[ he almost looks relieved at the idea he can escape this party. the christmas sweaters are a nice touch, but alec prefers work over play. given there's no demons to fight and thus pull him from letting people entertain him, he's been balancing precariously on the edge of being uncomfortable. and that's something he doesn't want clary to find out. she'll take it to heart, and probably cry. ]

[ alec's about to walk away before he remembers his manners. ] Thanks. [ there's a pause. ] Don't tell Clary.

[creatio]

( It's official. Clary is drunk. But at least she's not sloppy drunk, mostly beaming helplessly at people because she's happy, spending her time alternating between throwing terrible shapes to terrible music and luring Jace under the mistletoe. When she finds Kimberly, she throws an arm around her shoulders enthusiastically, squishing her a little so they're pressed cheek to cheek. )

This was such an awesome idea.

( The party. But also, people they love all in the same place. )

Are you having fun? I'm having fun.

[recoined]

( kimberly's less drunk and more giddy, pleased as metaphorical and literal punch at how well the party atmosphere seems to suit their little house and all the people in it. but to clary's question, she's all too happy to confirm. )

Yeah, it was. And I am. ( a nudge to clary's cheek, and kimberly hums, a happy little sound. ) Are you having fun or having fun? I saw you under the mistletoe...

( wink wonk. )

[creatio]

( One day, Clary Fray will not blush when someone mentions her and Jace. That is not today though, and her cheeks are already turning pink. )

I'm just getting into the spirit of Christmas. ( AKA making out with her boyfriend. ) But, I do have a nefarious scheme up my sleeve. Alec didn't wear a sweater.

( It doesn't count if it's a gay parabatai. )

[recoined]

That's because Alec is the grinch. I still can't believe you got Jace into one.

( if by 'can't believe' she means 'totally expected', because any opportunity for clary to show just how whipped jace herondale really is is an excellent one in kimberly's book. every day should be an opportunity, in her opinion. )

What are you planning?