[Trickmas] I'm not drunk, you're just blurry ~ Sindri

Lulu, wobbling the tiniest bit in her Christmas heels bought specifically for this occasion, slid onto the bench beside a familiar face. Her drop onto the bench wasn't as graceful as she would face liked, but she was a bit of a lightweight and so far she had only had two of those red sparkly cocktails. She had been to a few other Trickmas parties, seeing as she and Erika had been best friends for what seemed like forever, but this year she was finally comfortable enough to let loose a little. Maybe a little too much even. "Hullo there, sir," she said with a bright smile to Sindri as she scooted in on the bench beside him. "Your family is so great!"

The little red cocktail that changed color ever so slightly was held in her hand delicately, but as she brought her leg around to tuck beneath the table, she hit her knee on the table leg. It sent her drink sloshing and she let out a pained "opppfrrrww" while she hastily tried to rub away the pain with her free hand. She looked sheepishly at Sindri and let a little shrug lift her shoulders, reaching a hand up to resettle her cute miniature Christmas hat back in place. "Have you had one of these yet?" she asked gesturing to her drink before trying - and failing - several times to get the straw in her mouth. "They're delish!" she said around the straw when she finally managed enough coordination for that simple feat.

The brunette was definitely buzzing, but it was Christmas - who wasn't? She loved Christmas and it was obvious in the way she had gawked and gaped at all the decorations, how she squeaked with delight over the white angel cookies, and how she was indulging in those little red cocktails when she didn't even know what was in them. Erika, at one point, had thrown tinsel at her while they had been helping to decorate the tree and there were a few shiny silver strands still caught in her hair.

She took another look at Sindri's sweater and titled her head so much that her ear touched her shoulder. "What does your sweater say?" she asked, trying to get a better look.

Christmas the absolute best time of year.

Sindri Trickett was positively beaming as he reflected on this fact, weaving through the crowd of familiar faces with a stupid grin plastered on his own. Being surrounded by family, and friends who were essentially family, with an unlimited supply of food and drink was his idea of a good time. Although, less clothes would be nice. The stuffy sweater that Sorcha had supplied him with had grown more and more constricting as the night went on.

Speaking of Sorcha, where was that girl? The twenty-two year old Trickett peered over the sea of blonde heads, that were all seemingly a foot shorter than him, in the hopes that he would spot his brunette friend bobbing around somewhere. Nothing. He huffed sadly, opting instead to follow the tray of cookies that were floating toward one of the dozens of dining rooms.

"Oooh! Hold that tray!" Sindri nearly tripped over his own feet trying to stop the glorious food from leaving his sight before he could truly appreciate it. After ceremoniously filling his hands with four different flavors, the man threw himself on the nearest bench to claim his prize.

Sindri watched with a faint smile as a few of his younger cousins ran in the room, hazel eyes struggling to keep up with their fast pace movements. Were they in fast forward or did he have too much to drink? He wiped the crumbs from his face hastily and shook the thought with another swig from the bedazzled Christmas chalice that a particularly flashy female cousin had gifted him. Between that, the sweater, reindeer ears, and face paint, Sindri looked like he might have had a life crisis.

"Whoa -" A free hand went flying to chestnut waves as Sindri shot a quick glance at whoever had interrupted his little party of one. "Lulu!" He sang out happily, throwing an arm over her and pulling her close for an embrace. "I hadn't even seen you come in!" Sindri confessed as he broke their contact with an infectious smile to match his glazed over, drunk eyes.

"This old thing?" The wizard tried to stand up to give his friend a better view, but nearly toppled over the seat in his attempts. "This girl...." Sindri paused to poke a finger into his chest. "... loves Christmas!" He threw himself back down next to her, forgetting the rules of personal space as he leaned closer. "Are you having a good holiday? I like your hat," Without thinking, he reached up to touch the tiny santa hat in awe.

As Sindri unexpectedly threw an arm over her shoulder and pulled her closer, she tensed before relaxing against him, giggling all the while. She had never been this close to him. Lulu tried not to act like the fifteen-year-old-self that was deciding just now to show herself. The one that had had the biggest crush on this Trickett.

She wanted to pull her self together, but her drink sloshing once again over the sides of the cup, coupled with the fact that Sindri was so close as well as the fact that he looked... festive was almost too much for her. She started laughing again, this time a small amount of spittle projecting to her horror. she slapped a hand over her mouth and with wide eyes looked at Sindri to see if he had noticed. "Whoopsies," she said with another giggle, this time a little more nervous.

Lulu tried to recover by changing the subject. "Yeah! Erika and I got here earlier and we decorated the tree and these cocktails - whaterrr there are -- are so good!" She was chatty when she drank and tonight was no exception. If his appearance wasn't any indication of his state of soberness, his eyes certainly were and Lulu was amused that he too had obviously been imbibing.

As he stood and almost fell over, she reached out a hand as if to help him. Except she reached out the hand that held her drink she in the end she wasn't all that helpful really. So instead she brought her drink back to her mouth and tried once again to get the straw to her lips, still failing a few times. When she did get a good look at his sweater, she snorted and felt the liquid from her cocktail get stuck in between her nose and throat. She spluttered, both coughing and laughing at the same time. Lulu struggled to suck in a normal breath and finally she was able to grin back at him.

"It does wonders for your figure," she said jokingly with a smile. "You'll have to let me borrow it sometime." When he sat back down and leaned in close, she almost stopped breathing. She knew that he probably didn't realize what effect he had on her -- used to have on her. It was in the past, her little crush on him, right? Right. Mostly. Still it made her heart flutter with his big green-brown eyes that close to her. Her train of thought was derailed for a few long moments and the only response she had to his question was more giggling. She tried to repress that because some part of her brain said giggling was not an appropriate, mature response but she couldn't really hold back.

Especially when he touched her hat. She went still all over again and felt a wetness on her knee before realizing she had tilted her glass enough for it to spill onto her dress. "Dangitt," she said as she tried to rub the spot away. After a few moments, she abandoned it, knowing she was probably doing more harm than good. With a glance back to her friend, she smiled at him and took in his crazy appearance once more. "Thanks. Your... reindeer ears are nice too." Lulu chose the item that looked the least strange on her friend. Always trying to find the positive in any situation.

"One of your uncles tried to get me under the mistletoe with him, but other than that it's been great. Did you let the kiddies paint your face?" she asked with bright eyes as she continued to sip at her little red cocktail even though more of it seemed to spill out rather than be consumed.

Hazel eyes, with maximum effort, struggled to focus on just the glass that was sloshing around in her hand as Lulu explained that she and Erika were the masterminds. "Ohhh, look out," Sindri cooed playfully, reaching a hand to them stem without even thinking. "I'll bet these are strong, can I try?" He asked, although his grip indicated that he had already made up his mind. As opposed to snatching it out of Lulu's hand, the wizard thought it was far more polite to bring himself to the straw, and so he did. The typically shy man was anything but that as he took a sip, his face dangerously close to her own. "Mmm, better than expected," He mused happily.

Now standing and showing off his Christmas gift, Sindri looked down at his torso in thought. "You don't think I could go a size smaller?" He ran a hand over the thick fabric mockingly. "I'd say I could take it in around the abdomen.." The hand shot up to chestnut waves suddenly a bit more self conscious than he had been previously with her eyes studying him. Definitely time for more drink.

As he sat back down next to the brunette girl, Sindri was careful to not knock over their drinks on the table. It seemed that all coordination went out the window after a few shots, who knew? Certainly not Sindri who rarely, if ever, drank when he wasn't being pressured by his brothers. At the mention of his ears, he patted his head proudly. "My ears? You do?!" He repeated excitedly, giving them a quick shake. The grin that had been a permanent fixture for the duration of the party suddenly dropped, though, upon the realization that there had been a spill.

"Did I knock it?" Sindri fumbled to grab a napkin from the bench and gingerly touched the spot on her knee where the drink had fallen. "I'm sorry, I was just... excited," He shrugged his shoulders as a small chuckle escaped his lips. Sober Sindri would have rolled over his grave by this point. Usually, he wasn't comfortable touching a girl on the cheek, let alone her leg, and here he was without a care in the world.

As Lulu started on about her night thus far, the wizard let out a small sigh. "Oh, it's my brothers you'll need to look out for," Sindri bit down on his lip apologetically. Poor, sweet, Lulu had no idea what she had gotten herself into. "You know.. I'm actually surprised you aren't here with one of my brothers. You aren't are you?" He cast a sideways glance at her. "And this," He touched a finger to his cheek. "Was the work of a one Sorcha Callaghan. So I suppose you could say one of the kiddies..." Sindri laughed.

Lulu giggled again as soon as she realized that she was being a little too animated and swinging her hands around while holding a delicious cocktail sort of guaranteed move of it ending up on the floor than her consuming it. She brought her other hand to steady it even as she saw Sindri leaning in to taste it. He was deliriously close and she felt another wave of giggles want to bubble out, but she held them back. She did not in any way still have a crush on this Trickett. And this was a really bad time for her former crush feelings to sprout back up. She nodded anyway to his thoughts on the drink and took another sip herself. She felt like she need five more just to chase away whatever this was.

The brunette watched as the tall Trickett strutted and posed in that funny but disastrous jumper. In a moment of play, she was able to sober up and tilt her head, as if seriously considering his fashion choices. "Smaller? No, no, no. I would, however, pair that with a strappy pair of heels and a statement necklace. You know, to tie the whole outfit together." With that, she finally broke and smiled wide. "We'll have you fashion week ready in no time," Lulu got out in between laughter.

When Sindri noticed the result of her clumsiness, her cheeks turned pink but she tried to gloss over the whole thing. She pushed away his hands as she retrieved her napkin once more, both trying to sop up the spilled drink and trying to cover the spot on her dress. "No, it wasn't your fault at all, Mr. Trickett. I'm just a wee bit clumsy tonight," she continued.

Eventually she stopped rubbing and just let the napkin lie gracefully across her knee, hiding the spot from view. She tried to be more careful about her drink as well. she didn't want to look a complete disaster at this party. Otherwise she feared Erika would be told never to invite her again. And her family parties were never this much fun! Lulu laughed at the thought of her being with either Leifr or Torsten and while both of them were completely nice (and obviously handsome, it ran in the family!), she suspected they both had ladies already and she wasn't one to interfere with matters of the heart that way. She was a matchmaker, not a heartbreaker.

She had been sipping at her glass when Sindri asked if she was here with one of his brothers and her eyes went wide, brows up high on her forehead, and a grin spread across her face. "Your brothers? No, of course not. Don't be silly!" The brunette shook her head with a roll of her eyes. "Besides," she added, emboldened by the quantity of cocktails she had kicking through her system. "You're the one I had a crush on back in school. Not them." Was that too far? Lulu shrugged and sipped again, feeling as if her worries were floating away they more she drank. She wondered why she didn't drink more often...

"Sorcha did that?" Lulu asked looking at the face paint. She leaned around to see the other side of his face and shook her head. "Not her best work," she joked with another laugh, louder this time. She was almost at the bottom of her cocktail and was eyeing up to see where she could get another one.

A wee bit clumsy, Lulu said. "That... makes two of us," Sindri didn't fight the delicate hands that were currently pushing his away from the spilt drink on her leg. It hadn't even occurred to the twenty-two year old that the whole series of events was getting progressively more out of character as the night went on. First allowing himself the attention of wearing reindeer ears for his whole family to see, and now this? Although he and the girl were friends, they were by no means on any level that he should have felt comfortable with his hands on her leg, even in the case of an accident.

Sindri watched Lulu's comical reaction to his thinking that she might have arrived on the arm of one of his older, and far better looking, brothers. Inwardly, and for a reason unknown to him, he smiled, happy that she hadn't. He had heard Trickett whispers all night of Torsten parading around with a new girl from Geri's bakery. It wasn't that off base to assume that maybe Lulu had taking to baking for a living.

Taking another generous sip from his, again, very out of character chalice, Sindri couldn't even hear Lulu's next statement before it hit him like a ton of bricks. The man struggled to force his drink down his throat, certain that his face was positively flushed by now. "Me?" He spat out through coughs, rubbing his hand to his chest as if it would alleviate the emotions that were swelling. "You do know you're talking to Sindri Trickett, right?" He leaned a bit closer to her to assess how drunk Lulu was after all, his face and entire body now hot with nerves.

This absolutely couldn't be. Leif and Tor were the commodities of the family, not Sindri. He had a girlfriend through most of school. A girlfriend. Arden Dasher seared through his brain like fire, and he shook away the thought. This was not the time or place to be thinking about that, Lulu had just confessed her once crush on him! Sure, it was years ago, but it still counted for something. "Why?" He asked incredulously, his head shaking despite the wry smile that had broken out over his face.

He chose to ignore the change of pace in the conversation as Sorcha was brought up. This was not an issue that drunk Sindri would simply glaze over. Without his liquid courage, the man would have probably ran off in search of food by now, but instead he continued prodding. "You were so great in school, though?" He continued with the disbelief. "Of course, you still are -- er, you know what I mean. It's just all the boys were after you, Lulu," Sindri continued digging his grave, despite the tiny warning signs somewhere deep within his conscious.

"Do you still?" Great. Sindri could have bashed his head into the wooden bench a thousand times and still felt embarrassed about his absolute lack of a filter. The man prided himself on thinking through his every word and action before executing it, so the whole drunk thing was a lot to handle. "I mean..." He backtracked, hazel eyes darting around the room for an out. A cookie! The man stuffed the sweet into his mouth to distract himself. What had he gotten himself into?

Food! Candy! Sweets! Tricketts! Presents! Shit! She had definitely forgotten the presents she meant to bring. Dammit Sindri! But his face! Sorcha arched her brow and nabbed some miniature sandwiches for the road. Because where was his beautiful, browned face? Sorcha gave a tug on her jumper and flashing stopped. "Nooooooo~!" She said aloud and flicked her finger at the nose a few times to reignite the flashing effect. Aww, "Hell's bells."

Sorcha stomped a foot into the flooring and as if on cue Flasher's nose went right back to work. "YES!" Sorcha thrusted her clutch up into the air and as she readjusted herself her eyes caught sight of a tray wandering by with some champagne aboard. Grabbing a flute, she took a hearty swig and went back to the original mission; find Sindri Trickett's lovely browned face. Oh but first! Finishing her champagne, Sorcha used her bar-radar and located where the fun adult drinks were being concocted.

It was really honestly all part of whatever had ahold of the world that Sorcha would be at the bar and then finally find Sindri who was being... well... Sindri and talking to Lulu like a fool, most likely. "Better make two more!" Sorcha said, stuffing the last of her mini sandwiches into her mouth. Tugging on the front of her way too big Santa's hat, Sorcha leviosa'ed the tray of six shots and made her way through the mass of Tricketts.

Kids. Old. Adults. Teens. It was like an obstacle course just to cross the bloody room. And then there were some that recognized her and some that very well didn't. Some were super fancified dressed and some were happily normal. And kids. "Unnf!" Sorcha exhaled, tripping up on a small boy. "Hellooooo down there!" She gave the boy a small pat and blinked when a mistletoe was held up towards her. "Oh honey," persistant knowing from the boy overwhelmed her till she caved and went into a high-heeled squat so that the boy could plant a kiss on her cheek. Unbeknownst to her he managed to tie the bit of plant to the poofy ball on her hat before she wobbled her way back up to a standing position and -- that little shit left her! Sorcha's brows furrowed and she gave a roll of her eyes before coming up behind the pair she had been looking for in the first place.

"Sorcha did what!" She had heard her name, and she placed her head directly between the two magical folk with a ridiculous grin on her face. "Did you know that the punch is spiked? Well the one in the back. You're welcome~!" Sorcha said in a flurry, giving a super dramatic and cheesy wink as she then maneuvered her tray of shots onto the table in front of them. "And also when you ask a bartender to make Christmas shots he does an amazing job! Say hello to Winter Wonderland and Co-Z Fire!" Mint and Cinnamon! Respectively. Sorcha opted for the fastest means of sitting beside her newly rediscovered mates and climbed up and over the couch.

Tumbling just a bit, coordination only slightly effected from the earlier festivities of bottle emptying with Sindri, Sorcha straightened herself up and gave a laugh. Her hat toppled forward a bit and her eyes landed on the newly acquired mistletoe. "Some little turd just left me high and dry after he gave me a kiss!" Sorcha forced a frown and blinked looking first to Sindri and then to Lulu. "What a prick!" But of course, Sorcha couldn't keep up her antics for too long. "Here!" She dealt out the first set of shots and held out her glass, "To the most clustered and hyper and artistic Christmas yet!" She wiggled her shoulders around to get Flasher to do a small dance with his blinking nose in all of its glory.


ooc: i went with couch o_o
let me know if i need to change something <33

Lulu giggled at his talking to Sindri question and rolled her eyes for his benefit, flapping a hand at him. He was such a jokester! The brunette was buzzing with happiness and levity and she had the feeling like she just wanted to dance, but first she needed another one of these… whatever those cocktail things were called! She glanced over at Sindri, ready to ask if he by chance knew the name, but that’s when she noticed his expression and heard his other question. Her cheeks burned in that moment and she knew she probably looked like Rudolpha the red-cheeked reindeer.

“Why?” she repeated, realizing even through her buzz that her confession was probably not the best thing to mention. Stupid, stupid, stupid she berated herself silently. Or not so silently, actually, as she realized she had been muttering that aloud under her breath. She blushed even more and gave him a shrug and avoided eye contact and tried to think of a response that wasn’t a) completely creepy, b) ridiculously embarrassing, or c) something that wouldn’t make him think she was the worst friend ever. Honestly, friends were not supposed to have crushes on their friends boyfriends! It was like girl code or something!

It was even more mortifying when he began talking about her back in their school days. She had been gangly and had bad hair and adkfjadflk – she just really wished she had never brought this up at all. Though she did find the fact that ‘all the boys were after her’ ridiculously hilarious. A giggle or two might have escaped after that little comment. She was sipping at her drink, wondering why it couldn’t magically refill so she would have some sort of excuse not to answer, when he asked the question that made her nearly choke on the liquid.

“Nononononono. No.” Lulu blurted out, emphatic on the n and o combo of whether she still liked him. And then realizing that might have been a little too harsh of an answer, she tried to soften it by saying “I mean, no I just—“ but then a cannonball by the name of Sorcha interrupted them and Lulu could have almost kissed her in thanks.

Plus she brought drinks. Uncharacteristic for Lulu, the brunette reached out and took one of the shot glasses from the tray and knocked it back after giving Sorcha a sheepish smile. She winced but swallowed as it burned a path down her throat and she figured with a few more of these, she could probably get over her embarrassment. Bring on the shots! Lulu scooted over to give Sorcha some more room and laughed lightly along with her retelling of her mistletoe incident. She shook her head at her misfortune and pursed her lips, hoping Sorcha would keep talking. Anything to keep the conversation from steering back to where it had been before she came.

When she proposed a toast, Lulu eagerly grabbed another glass, eyeing up the red one and giving it a quick sniff. Mmm! Cinnamon! She grinned at Sorcha’s antics and the blinking nose of the reindeer and lifted her glass to clink with the other two, mostly avoiding eye contact with the Trickett.

This encounter had gone from bad to worse - and now the absolute worst. Sindri nearly spat out his drink at Lulu's aggressive answer of his blurted out question. Each 'no' sent a separate pang of an unfamiliar emotion through his chest, the last physically moving to put some distance between their closeness. The leering was only exaggerated by the alcohol in his system of course, along with the flushing of his face that he was certain Lulu could see. The hardest thing for the wizard to accept, though, was the fact that he was actually disappointed by her answer.

"Oh! No I get it, I mean - " Sindri fumbled to alleviate the awkwardness that had accumulated between the pair of friends. Friends? How simple that once seemed. This is why he didn't drink, the chestnut haired man decided to himself with a shake of his head, his hazel eyes nearing bugging out of his head. Thankfully, a much needed distraction in the form of Sorcha broke the tension.

The wizard watched with glazed over eyes as Lulu jumped at the first sign of booze. Great, he'd really done it this time. He was surprised that she hadn't run off already. As opposed to dwelling on it though, Sindri followed suit. The only thing to fix this now was more drinking. "Sorcha.." He paused to hastily wipe his mouth and throw the empty glass on the table. "I think he meant for you to save your kisses for later," The wizard's voice was harsh and thick with drunkenness. Sindri, as delicately as the big man could, reached up to touch the mistletoe on her head with his pointer finger.

"Up for another?" His eyes flicked from the the little green plant back down to Sorcha, and then Lulu who seemed to be looking anywhere but him. "I will!" Sindri declared, fumbling to tear his gaze away from the short haired brunette. Anything to change the topic, although he was sure Sorcha could feel the awkwardness that she hopped right in the middle of. "To...er... friends...?" The wizard threw back the second shot on the tray with an unnerving and quite uncharacteristic ease.

NPC – Sorley Trickett
(six-year-old dinosaur)

“Sorley Trickett! Come here right now!” a deep voice bellowed from across the room The six-year-old, despite hearing his father’s command, squealed with delight and ran even faster down the hallway as this had quickly turned into the most epic game of chase! This little Trickett had had too much sugar, too much frosting, too much soda, and the best time of his life during this party and had become quite rowdy. But when else was he going to be surrounded by all of his family and get to have this much fun with them! Sorley was living it up tonight.

The six-year-old had come to the party in a festive Christmas jumper with a t-rex in a santa hat and his favorite green dinosaur hat, but now he was shirtless with garland flowing out behind him like a superhero cape with his dino cap lopsided to the right. He had a smear of white frosting across his chest from when he had tried to swipe a piece of the gingerbread house his uncle Geri had  made and he was clutching a champagne glass in one grubby little hand, empty now after all the liquid had sloshed out the sides because of his running. His father was in quick pursuit after seeing what Sorley had nicked from one of the side tables, but he had smiled big and run the other way, manically laughing with excitement.

Spying a great hiding place, Sorley dove under the legs of three adults – Uncle Sindy, that nice girl who did his dino face paint, and someone else he didn’t know -- sitting together on a couch, squishing himself into the space and then tucking his head under his arm and cradling the glass under his stomach. He peeked up from under his arm to look at the adults on the couch and then raised a finger to his lips to shush them. “I’m not here right now,” he told them in what he thought was a whisper, but was really closer to a shout. “Don’t say anything.” With that, he covered his head once more, but couldn’t hold back his giggles as the anticipation grew and grew. This was such a great hiding spot that he was sure his da wouldn’t be able to find him!

“Sorley!” his da’s voice sounded again, closer this time, and the six-year-old giggled louder, peeking out from behind his arms. He saw his da’s shoes so close that he squealed once more and jumped out from his hiding spot suddenly, bumping into the adults who had been sitting on the couch. “Hold my dino!” he said as he flung one of his neon orange dinosaurs at his Uncle Sindy, afraid that his father might take it away and not give it back, and then ran off in the other direction with a grin.

WHOA! Lulu, girlfriend! Sorcha blinked and a shot was gone! The brunette couldn't help but allow a slow and satisfied combined with impressed smirk spread across her face. Who knew Miss Prescott could play this game! Sorcha let out a light laugh and gave a small shake of her head back to the present.

Right! Her toast! And these guys were ready! Thank Merlin! Sorcha's not so steady hand surged upwards and she brought her shot glass back to her lips and let her taste buds go on another adventure! Cinnamon seemed to be a common theme for the holidays, and a welcomed one! Having yet to be dissatisfied with the flavor combinations Sorcha gave a small smile and bounced a little in her seat before shooting Sindri a what-the-eff-is-up-your-butt look.

Brows arched upwards to the sky complete with a necessary furrowing, Sorcha narrowed her gaze. "Listen Scrooge." She stuffed the minty shot in Sindri's hand and rolled her eyes, "And happier reindeer tales!" She nudged Lulu as if their girl-dar both picked up on his man-gina showing for a split second. Her eyes were back on Sindri and she mirrored him as they took their shots. "Ooooh!" Sorcha shimmied her shoulders once more as the iciness spread throughout her body.

But then it was so smooth! She licked her lips for a moment before she quickly retracted her entire body onto the couch. "What the fu-dge pie are you doing!" Her eyes were bugging out of her head as the same little rascal from earlier hurled his body until her legs. Which were in a shorter than usual dress. Which were now on the couch in her fending off position. Oh wait... she gave a hefty tug on the edge of her dress and relaxed her knees down, disregarding that she more than usual invaded her neighbors' bubbles without warning.

But Sorley!

"Secret's safe!" Sorcha whisper-shouted in return, turning her attention to the approaching father-figure who would likely be claiming this Hellion. She gasped and prodded the kiddo on the head... perhaps a bit rougher than she should have - ahem, alcohol judgement. "He's getting closer, Rein-o-saurus-Rex!" And like a Firebolt the tike took off! Out of instinct, Sorcha's hand flung itself out to her side and nabbed up the airborne dinosaur. Turning it around in her fingers she looked at Lulu, "Finders keepers?" She waggled her brows and let out a happy series of laughs.

"To friends," Lulu mumbled, forcing a smiel that she hoped looked real before slinging back another shot. No, she didn't drink often, but when she did, she held nothing back. "Wooo!" she whooped with bright eyes after the fiery sweet liquid licked at her throat. She smacked her lips together as she laughed and looked to Sorcha. Friends. Yes. Completely normal, non-awkward, former-crush friends. Just normal friends. Lulu tried to focus on that and not whatever had been going on between her and Sindri before Sorcha had interrupted them. Lulu really wasn't looking forward to remembering that part of the night and she was half-hoping that it would fade to nothing in Sindri's mind as well. Fingers crossed!

It was a good thing all her drinks were gone because just then a little rascal wormed his way under her legs and she knew she would have toppled her drink if there had been anything in her glass. She tilted her head as she tried to peer under the tangle of hers, Sorcha's, and Sindri's legs but the sudden shift of her world made her head spin. "Whoaaaa," she let out as she hastily sat back and waited for the christmas lights to stop dancing in her vision. "What are in those shots, Sorcha?" she asked with a giggle. She giggled even more when the other girl noticeably altered her language to be child-appropriate. Fudge pie! She thought that was deliriously hysterical.

Those shots were really starting to kick in because the brunette seriously could not stop the fit of giggles that attacked her. It got even worse when the little boy ran away from his father and left behind a .. dinosaur? Lulu leaned her head on Sorcha's shoulder and brought her glass closer, attempting to suck at the straw a few times, before remembering her glass was completely empty. "Sindri, we have to find Leifr. Is he here? I have to ask him about a ladyyyy," Lulu said off-offhandedly in a sing-song voice as she leaned forward to look at him over Sorcha's, experiencing a delicious and dizzying world shift for a moment of two before it righted itself. She waggled her brows a little and smiled. Even drunk she was still clinging to her matchmaking tendencies.