ringing in the new year

[beastkeeper]

For the most part, the beginning of every new year on the block is the same. There's the party, held down in the common room (barely distinguishable from the lobby, but hey, who cares), and the reminders that go up in the week prior, telling people to bring food to share (not that everyone does — the witch provides more than enough, anyhow). There are, of course, smaller parties, held in the apartments upstairs or on the grounds, and the combinations of creatures always rotates (more or less), but the overall air remains the same. The end of one year and the ushering in of another is cause to celebrate.

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[hysterics]

[ His laugh is low and heady, but Betina knows she can wring a few heckles from him if she puts her mind to it. ]

I think we should paint the town red tonight, Hollis. [ Betina grins a jackal grin and then abandons her cigarette, flicking it off carelessly with the end of a nail. One hand comes up to move across the broad expanse of his shoulders, his wrist still tightly gripped in the other. She laughs one last time; she makes his nerves sing. ] Let's start with me, shall we?