lucetilogs | Out with the old....

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Out with the old....

Who: Everyone
What: New Year's.
When: Dec. 31st, New Year's Eve, to Jan 1st, New Year's Day.
Where: Everywhere
Summary: It's New Year's, and the people of Luceti have a lot to reflect upon, and to look forward to. And on a more meta level, new journal names.
Rating: We'll see...

New Year's brings images of crowds, and songs, and fireworks; staying up til midnight and watching balls or bells being rung. But Luceti is a different time and place. Whether you're partying with friends or watching the sunrise, what are you doing today?

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[Norma watches both displays, the flaming sparks Ace gave off, and the colorful bursts from the cherry tree hill. Each one, different yet still fun and beautiful to watch, lit up her face and eyes with their various colors. She'd never seen fireworks this close up before! It was...really something.

Managing to keep her balance was a little hard, but she did well enough, and only held back onto Ace's arm when she was sure he wasn't sizzling.]

Still got my booze, Hothead? You've gotten drink this time around, right?! It's a celebration, so I wanna see that stuff flowing!

[She'll be drunk in three glasses, two shots if it's the rum you were drinking, Ace.]

[He dances flames around his hands for a moment, before nodding. He grabbed her bottle of champagne and handed to her, uncorking his own bottle of rum.]

You have your fancy crap, I'm sticking with rum.

[Pfft. Norma sticks her tongue out at him in a very mature and adult-like manner then tries to do the same with her bottle - uncork it.

...Yeah, um. Feel free to laugh at her struggling, Ace, it's pretty funny what with the faces, grunts, and quiet threats and curses she mutters to the bottle.]

[He chuckles a little and takes the bottle, and just pulls that cork right off.

And then it flies right through him. A small hole was left in his chest before the fire filled it in.]

...daaaaamn,, that would've hurt.

[NORMA WILL NEVER GET USED TO THAT WHOLE THINGS PASSING THROUGH YOUR BODY THING, ACE.

Insert an aborted scream and a lot of waving of her hands (mostly to keep her balance).]

[Okay, freak out over. Aaaand horror replaced with rage.]

Jeez! Don't do that! [She snatches the bottle from him with a huff, glad it didn't go up in flames with his hand or something when it began to spill out the top, and waited for the froth to die before taking a drink. Mm...bubbly! Though it was kind of bitter.

She makes a face, looks at the bottle, and takes another drink, smacking her lips. ...Yeah, it was kinda bitter. She looks over at Ace, then his bottle.]

Lemme try yours.

[Holding up his hand, and pulling the bottle away from her.]

Noooooo way. This stuff is strong. You're gonna get wasted fast. Stick with your other stuff.

[He takes a long gulp.]

[Ace, you jerk. Give her some! She tugs on his arm - a futile effort, honestly, but she has a saintly kind of determination.]

Oh, come on! Just a sip! My stuff isn't as great as I thought it'd be! [She pouts, and keeps tugging.] And you're supposed to get drunk today anyway, so there!

[Maybe if she says that, he'll believe her. <___<]

[UGH WILL YOU QUIT IT. Annoooooyed.]

Look, I wouldn't care if you got drunk. But if you got drunk up here, then we'd have a problem.

[Because you would fall and die and he is NOT OKAY WITH THAT.]

Party pooper.

[Norma pouts and sulks, but she stops tugging at Ace's arm at last. She abandons her champagne - it was too bitter and left a funny taste in her mouth - and instead watched the smoke slink into the darkness after all those fireworks were let off. She wouldn't get drunk, jeez! She's not some dainty little flower!]

[He raises an eyebrow. She was serious? Woooooow, kiddo. He just laughs.]

Yeah, like I wanna see you falling off the roof from getting drunk.

[Hint. HE DOESN'T.]

[Indeed she was serious, and you're about to hear why.]

You'd catch me if I fell.

[Meaning she trusts that you would, Ace. She says that without any hint of hesitation, like it was the most casual thing ever, and just keeps watching the sky. The stars were different here, than they were in Melfes. She can't find a single constellation she recognizes. ...Bleh, she needs to stop that. The stars make her homesick.]

[....awww, Norma. He smiles softly at that, and rubs her head.]

Thanks, kiddo.

[Takes another gulp.]

You're still not getting any rum.

[She beams his way for about second, before she scowls and stands up straight. DAMNIT, ACE, YOU BIG JERK. YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO BE FOOLED--I mean, what.]

Oh, you are such a jerk! [Huffpuff.] Some friend you are! I just wanna try! [She pouts and crosses her arms over her chest, glowering at the the sky again.] You know, if you restrict me, I'm just gonna go out and get drunk and end up in a bush somewhere and then a bear will come and eat me because I'm so sweet. Then I'll come back and haunt you for the rest of your life.

[...Yep.]

[You get a linefais. A very ":|" linefais, at that. Seriously, Norma? WTF]

That's a bit drastic. And besides, deaht isn't permanent here, you'll be fine. And wouldn't Moro help you?

[Another swig. And just to be an ass:] You'd give the bear indigestion, anyway.

[Norma purses her lips, but her shoulders sag a little bit at that. No, death isn't permanent here, but still. It's still death, and...ugh, she just doesn't want to think about that. Instead, she tilts her head and is about to ask just who this "Moro" person was, but then Ace was a jerk instead.

Hnn... Can she just. Push him off the roof? It's so tempting. Instead, she gives Ace's shoulder a hard shove, showing her displeasure.]

You are such a sleaze! See if I ever give you anything ever again. And don't look up my name when you need a favor, either!

[Yeah, she's sticking her tongue out at you again, Ace. WORST FRIEND.]

[Hah...if she gives him anything. He looks slightly distant. Now that he thought about it, this was his first birthday without family. Well, actually, Luffy and Marco were here. But he missed having his birthday with Pops and his brothers.]

I'm not the kind of guy who asks for stuff often.

[Just his nakama right now. Hey guys, I'm twenty-one now, I'm not a kid anymore! And then they would just tease him, that yes he is. Hah. He missed them a lot. Taking a long swig. I mean, a LONG one.]

Edited 2012-01-13 22:45 (UTC)

Not even for your birthday?

[Yeah, Norma caught on pretty quick. She's not stupid, and can easily put two and two together. She leans against Ace's side, starting to get a little cold in just the dress her gave her. Ugh, winter, ugh...be over already. Norma hates you.]

Twenty-one, huh? [The shots he let off gave her the hint she needed to figure it out.] Oooh, Hothead, you're getting old.

[He blinks in surprise, then gives a sheepish grin.] Ah...figured it out, eh? Lemme put it this way. What I would ask for isn't something you could get.

[He gives her an annoyed look.] I'm not old, you're just a brat.

The biggest one you know!

[Norma laughs, like the brat she is, and hugs onto Ace affectionately. She may be a brat, but she's the lovable kind. As for his wish, though...something she can't get? Understandable. If she still had her wish to make, it would one Ace couldn't grant either.

Instead, she gives him another quick hug before tugging gently on the strings of his hat. Get down here, you giraffe.]

Well, I can still give you something, though a good kick in the pants wouldn't get me anywhere with someone like you. [She grins and, once he's leaned down enough, Norma pushes Ace's hat back and gives his forehead a kiss - as is tradition.

...Then tweaks his nose.]

Jeez, you smell like a brewery. Happy birthday, Hothead. And new year!

[He leans down a bit, curious as to what will happen. hen she kisses him, his eyes widen a bit before blinking, and then smiling. He kisses her tenderly back on the cheek before straightening up again.]

Thanks, Norma.

[Ace just kissed her on the cheek.]

[INDESCRIBABLE EMOTION!!]

[She puts a hand on his face with a look along the lines of "ew, cooties", and pushes him away gently. Jeez, don't get all mushy on her now or anything, Ace, you're like the pseudo not!brother she never had ~~and is unsure she even wants because you're a big jerk sometimes~~. Though of course, anything said and done now is just theatrics. That was terribly cute, if a little strange.]

Oh, gross, I really am gonna go home smelling like a bewery now! If that stuff smells like that, you can drink your fill, Hothead, bleeech! I don't want any!

[Yeah, she's blushing. Feel free to call her out on it, she'll deny it until the day she dies.]

sometimes I wonder with how you treat me... >>

eh, do you really care.

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