MC Dorms: 2009: Home for the Holidays.

[The Count]

*Behind the lunch counter.

Order up! What'll ya have?

 

[RedPiggy]

Cotterpin: It's a guest!

Newsie (holding Cotterpin): It's a guest!

Spike (straggling behind, hands in his pockets): Is dis gon' be on da test?

Pearl (hopping toward the party): Wine's been poured, an' THANK TH' LORD! ... I got mah blouse all nice an' pressed!

Cotterpin (to the Count, motioning to Kelly): With ice cream, she'll want tea!

Kelly (objects): Oh, no, wait -- too sweet for me!

Pearl (putting an arm over Ed's shoulder): So, now, hon -- ain't the year over?

Newsie (looks around): Who'll be serving, is it Grover?

Kelly (rubs hands): Get me warm, piping hot!

Spike (sniffs around): Uh, so, Ed -- what's in da pots?

Kelly: Hurry up! My back feels achy and compressed!

All: We've got a lot to do! Read her Silent fic, have you? The year is done --.

Spike (sips coffee and looks at Godzilla): Dat t'ing weighs a ton ....

All: For the last time, we're your guests! We're your guests! We're your gueeeeests!

 

[The Count]

Count: Ah, our guests.
UD: Oui, our guests.
*Bats, dropping servillettes.
Tie your napkins.
Me, to Kell: Round your neck cherie.
UD: And we'll provide the rest.

Me: Try the soup or call it chowdah'.
It'll soon get ya hottah'.
Put our service to the test.

Have the braised short ribs.
*Plating for Spike.
Won't have need for no bibs.
Count: Just remember to pay the fare.

Or a slice of the cheesecake.
Peppermints for Doozers to take.
UD: Small enough for all to share.
*Pats Pin's head gingerly.

Just fold up your menu.
Have a taste and then you'll...
All: Be our guest!
Be our guest!
Be our guest!
*Music humming continues as general myrth and chatter and clatter ensues.

*Huggles to Kells, happy New Year's everyboddeeeeeeeeeee!

 

[RedPiggy]

Kelly: MMMMMMMMM ... soup sounds lovely. Thanks!

Spike (piles stuff on his plate): What's a bib?

Cotterpin: Cheesecake? Awesome!

Pearl: Lemme get all this here stuff on me, folks ... I got a pure windfall th' other day ... you can have all the fixin's on the house!

 

[RedPiggy]

Kelly (tugging at Spike): C'mon. I got to get back to the apartment and study.

Spike (stares at her with the keg in his arms): But ... but ... he got me ... REAL ... beer....

Kelly (sighs): Okay, stay. But I gotta go. Thanks, Ed! See ya around! *leaves*

 

[RedPiggy]

Pearl (sniffs): Must ... resist ... chocolates ... not ... resistin' ... well. *digs around the restaurant* GIMME SOME CHOCOLATES 'ROUND HERE!

Spike (emptied out the keg, to Newsie): So, how was da trip wit' Lil' Bit?

Newsie: Cotterpin? It was a nice enough vacation. I might take her elsewhere though. She finds foreign architecture very stimulating.

Spike: O_O

Newsie: -_- She is INTRIGUED by it, you big oaf. The news game has been rather slow anyway, and I have lots of paid time off from all those workman's comp settlements, so I feel a lengthy globetrotting adventure would do the both of us some good. What about you? How's life with a human?

Spike (shakes head): I ain't drunk enough ta kiss an' tell. She's been studyin' fer a coupla weeks, hopin' ta pass dat exam o' hers. An' dat's just studyin' drugs an' stuff. Dat ain't even countin' all da uddah stuff she wants ta work on 'fore she heads on ovah to da testin' site. *throws a peanut at Lefty and Chamberlain* 'Ey, mooks! We gotta go hang out at da docks later! All dis polite company's makin' my scales itch. *to Newsie* No offense.

 

[RedPiggy]

Pearl (acts like she's gonna keep RF from getting any -- that's what she said ): What do you say to yer Auntie Pearl, honey pot?

 

[The Count]

*Sweeps coins into the till. Sokay. Drink in peace, I ain't gonna do nothing. For now...
Say, does anyone still have the recipe for making Killer Shrew drinks? Meh, never mind, my system can't take that stuff.
*Grabs pineapple jelly doughnut and some milk for self.
*Count's eating an omwich with ingredients of his choosing, it's a Friday the 13th specialty.

 

[The Count]

Thanks, though it's not for me.
*Finishes meal, finds good spots to watch the fireworks display.

 

[The Count]

Wha huh? *Fails to notice whaza going on.