wwiii | A Side Room at The Bronze, Sunnydale, Friday Evening

It was entirely possible that Warren didn't actually know the meaning of the word 'overkill.' At least, not when it came to organizing parties. And especially not when it came to organizing parties that people would be travelling across the multiverse to attend. He'd sprung for the rental of one of the side rooms at The Bronze, of course, and in doing so he might have gone just slightly carried away, paying to have the place decked out in garlands and icicle lights and, yes, mistletoe. Christmas carols were playing as people arrived, though thankfully they would be interspersed with less seasonal music throughout the night, and there was a spread of food that included not only sugar cookies and egg nog, but also the typical potato chips and veggie platters.

And, yeah, a fruitcake. Warren wasn't certain how the fruitcake had wound up on the table, but he wasn't really going to be terribly surprised if the thing stayed there the entire night, either.

Poor fruitcake.

[For those people who got invitations to the party, and up early for timezones and the like!]

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"A lot of it was kind of last minute," Warren offered, along with a wry smile at Kennedy and a shrug of his shoulders. "Busy couple of weeks, between finals and... Well..."

Between finals and having an insane girlfriend.

"I think people are really just lucky I didn't hire a Santa, or something."

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Kennedy shook her head in exaggerated sadness. "Personally? I'm sad you didn't." Though it was probably for the best. She figured they'd probably have ended up with a demon Santa to deal with, because she had not heard one single story about holidays in Sunnydale that had ended normally. "But I'll let you slide on it in favor of celebrating how we made it through an entire semester of college, so go us."

She paused.

"Don't think I've forgotten I owe you for that last little surprise, by the way."

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"What, should I be expecting another gift basket?" Warren was smirking a bit as he asked that, yes. "This one delivered in a sleigh drawn by eight tiny reindeer, perhaps?"

Considering the nature of their gift basket war, it was completely a legitimate concern!

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Question, yes. Concern? What was there to be concerned about?

(Don't answer that.)

"Only eight?" Kennedy drawled. "Now I'm really disappointed you think I operate on that small a scale."

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"I'm not certain what I'd do with more than eight," Warren pointed out. "Santa operates with maybe nine, max, and that's only when he decides he needs headlights in order to do the job, and if eight's good enough for him any other night..."

Yeah, he didn't know where he was going with this, either.

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"Pssht." Kennedy waved a hand. "Good enough for him, maybe. Not for me. I demand a parade of tiny reindeer for this operation."

...great, now she was wondering if Fandom would cooperate and provide tiny reindeer for something like this. Look where this gift basket war was leading them.

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"And will their antlers be adorned with jingle bells? Will they have gift baskets for saddlebags?"

Warren asked only the most important questions, here.

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"Oh my god, do you know me or not?" Kennedy asked, pretending to look hurt. "Duh to all of the above."

Not that she'd thought of it until he mentioned it, mind you.

"Maybe they'll even have a live band in the sleigh. Why the hell not?"

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"I'm pretty sure the only way I can possibly follow something like that up is to have return gift baskets delivered by an entourage of yetis," Warren mused. "Possibly yetis wearing festive... festive..."

He paused for a moment, groping around for a festive something that the yetis could be wearing.

"Lederhosen."

Yes.

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Kennedy just stared at him.

"You cannot possibly convince me that lederhosen aren't evil. Like, ever."

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"But on yetis, hilarious," Warren maintained.

Because... because picture it.

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Did she have to? Oh, fine.

"I'd actually pay to see my neighbors try to rationalize that one away," Kennedy admitted. "'cause yeah, hilarious."

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"Granted, it would be a lot easier for me to find unicorns to deliver your next care package," Warren added, looking thoughtful for a moment. "Or dragons."

He wasn't sure what he'd have to use to bribe a unicorn or a dragon to do something like that, but he had much easier access to either than he did any sort of yeti-like creature.

"But neither are quite as festive as reindeer."

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"You would, too," Kennedy realized, her eyes widening when it hit her that he actually really did have unicorn and dragon resources. Maybe she could call in some favors from some of her benign demon contacts? Hmm. She cracked her knuckles. "And now I can already plan to beat that. Mwahaha."

She failed at evil laughter, FYI.

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Warren was positively shaking in his boots. Truly.

"How do you top a dragon delivering a gift basket?"

This was something he was absolutely going to have to see, wasn't it?

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"Oh, no. You're not tricking me into showing my hand," Kennedy informed him. It helped that she didn't actually have it planned yet. "You're just gonna have to wait and find out."

There was no way this could end badly. NO WAY.

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"I suppose, somehow, I'll have to," Warren mused, already trying to come up with something that could top whatever out there could actually top a dragon.

He suspected that nothing shy of taming a tyrannosaurus from the Savage Land to give to her as a pet was going to manage that. And somehow, that didn't actually strike him as a great idea.

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Yeah, no. That would probably be a terrible idea. You know what was funny, though? How neither of them thought any of this was too extravagant to even be feasible.

"Oooh. This will be my biggest challenge ever," Kennedy teased. "So, a semester in Sunnydale. How's that worked out for you?"

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"I've only almost died once," Warren offered, as if that was somehow a great accomplishment. "When some sort of fear demon took over the frat house around Halloween. And yet, somehow, papers and finals are still worse."

Such was the horror of going from Fandom High to actual business administration courses in real, honest-to-goodness university.

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"Tell me about it," Kennedy said with a laugh. "Pick just about any of the meanest, grossest demons I've ever had to deal with and I'd rather do that than the term paper that kicked my ass."

Beat.

"Not... not actually literally."

You had to clarify these things.

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"I think I would pay money to see someone get their ass kicked by a term paper," Warren noted. "It's kind of bad when I consider it a break to head to Kaeleer, so that Lucivar and the boyos can test what I'm made of with blades or sticks."

It had been an educational week!

"School is going about as well for you as it is for me then, I guess? Way tougher than whatever Fandom thought they were preparing us for?"

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"If that ever literally happens to me, I'll make sure you get the video," Kennedy said, deadpan. "I kind of think Fandom prepped me pretty well for real life. College, not so much. The first night I actually had to study again was weird. I almost thought I was imagining ever doing it, you know, before Fandom. Also, not like riding a bicycle."

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"Completely not like riding a bicycle," Warren agreed. "Not like home schooling, either. Basic arithmetic was never graded on a curve."

Evil, evil curve.

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"I swear to god, that curve is actually some kind of evil symbol," Kennedy groaned. She'd actually tried to make this argument a few times; it got her epic 'bitch, please' faces. "I guess the one thing I am grateful for is that I don't have to carry my five billion textbooks around with me all the time. Textbooks! I don't think those even exist in Fandom."

Textbooks were their own form of evil.

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"Oh, textbooks," Warren groaned. "I mean, it isn't like I can't handle dragging them around, but I've already gone through a few backpacks that weren't quite ready for the reading load of a business major."

Poor backpacks. They really hadn't stood a chance.

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