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

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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( luckily for buffy, there's little that will get in the way of enjoying a christmas house party. it's music and booze and food, and there are plenty of people to meet and mingle with while on the scene. she should enjoy herself. that's the goal of throwing a party at this time of year, anyway.

by the time kimberly finds the blonde, she's had a cup or two of thankfully non-gingerbreaded punch, and her cheeks are flushed to match the red of her own sweater. buffy's, though... she can't help but flash an approving grin as she gets a better look. )

Damn, ghostbuster, nice threads.

Thanks, Skipper.

[ Was Skipper even known to kids these days? Who knew, but she was still Buffy's little sister in her mind. And yes, parties she could definitely do. Drinking she could kind of do. Staying away from beer was always the key.

She grinned a little as she did a curtsy for her sweater effort before jutting out her chin towards Kimberly's. ] Yours is pretty good too, though I'm pretty sure you will never have a Santa body.

( much to roberto's chagrin, there is no beer at this particular shindig. just boozy punch and the occasional cans of soda pop for those that might be abstaining — who, exactly, she doesn't know, but it had seemed smart to have something for those pretend people just in case they happened to show themselves tonight. )

I mean, if I do, I'm obviously in the wrong job. ( the mental image of santa claus with his big belly teaching zumba earns a laugh that she doesn't even try to hide. ) But I'm pretty sure calories don't count when you're wearing a Christmas sweater...

( which might explain why she's so merrily biting away at a stick of peppermint candy cane, or why she's had so many already tonight. mm, sugar and flavoring. what a good combo. )

[ Buffy's still catching up on the fitness crazes. She did have to in fact look up what zumba even was so she didn't need to ask Kimberly. But now that she knows, she can appreciate the joke. And the mental image. She laughed and gave a shrug. ] Who knows, there could be some money in it. Not everyone wants to have a scarily fit instructor to help with the self-esteem issues.

[ Another laugh before she glanced around looking for something to eat herself. ] Well, if that's how we're doing it tonight you better show me where all the good stuff is.

Oh my god, I'm not scary fit — ( and, to be fair, she's too busy giggling to be frightening to anybody, though she doesn't deny that the power coin certainly does keep her in shape. ) — but snacks, I can totally do snacks. Come on.

( just outside the kitchen, there's a table pushed up against a wall, overflowing with snacks of both savory and sweet varieties. whatever buffy's vice, it's here. unless it's illegal. not that she really thinks buffy's into that sort of thing. )

The candy canes, for the record, are legit.

[ Buffy just shrugged. She didn't consider herself scary fit either, but she couldn't help teasing Kimberly just a little. It was their thing now, okay? The giggling does tend to undo any badass rep she assumed Kimberly might have once the armour was on, but luckily this was a party and no place for fighting.

She hoped.

Buffy scanned the table and let out a happy noise at seeing popcorn and Red Vines. ] I promise I'll work up to those. Still kinda easing into the holiday period. It's weird being with someone who's not used to it like we are.

[ She liked Vasquez but occasionally she just wanted him to know. But how do you even begin to explain Rudolph or the Grinch and why there's a fat man in a suit delivering gifts? ]

( if it makes buffy feel any better, kimberly has zero intentions of claiming any kind of reputation, good or bad. she's still trying to figure out what it means to wear the armor that she does. here, at least, she doesn't have to do any of that.

she can relish picking up a handful of brownie pieces and dumping them on a plate instead of focusing on defeating putties; it's very easy to focus instead on guiding buffy to choosing her own immediate platter of snacks, and then, shortly after, towards a quieter place to sit in the corner of the living room. )

Yeah, that would be weird. ( they didn't really get a whole lot of opportunities to talk before, at least not one-on-one. there had been more important things going on, like figuring out why ghosts were following around their mutual friend. ) How is that going, by the way? Robbie said you and... Vasquez, right? That you guys were... something?

[ And it's easier to just stay dead as far as Buffy was concerned. Zero obligations as a Slayer unless ghosts showed up. She'd made the great big self-sacrifice back home, so this city was now home. At least she even had a second chance.

Buffy settled down with her platter - maybe checking again for mistletoe just in case. She didn't need to be ambushed. ] Yeah, the cowboy. The Spanish cowboy. As if language wasn't a hard enough barrier, you then have to add massive time differences. More so than ours.

[ She rolled her eyes, but she was mostly kidding. She could make it work. ] Something is probably the right word. Not really sure it has a name yet. Definitely not at the stage of living in Barbie's Dreamhouse.

At least... well, you can learn a language, right? ( she's grateful, really, that cultural differences between norcal and socal seem to be the biggest stumbling block. the wrong vs right side of the tracks are an exaggerated description; it hasn't been that complicated. just a few things, here and there. ) I mean, I was kind of shit at high school Spanish, but I figure it can't be that difficult.

( but time differences — actual differences — is something she's only had to touch on a few times since arriving here. kimberly can't quite wrap her mind around the idea of dating someone from a different time. buffy has her sympathies.

but in terms of barbie's dreamhouse, she does have to offer a dispute, albeit one tempered by a soft chuckle under her breath. ) We're not at the living together stage either, you know. ( not technically. even if they have exchanged keys. )

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