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rahne and art log
summary. The third victim: Rahne Sinclair

rahne. The holiday spirit was building, slowly but surely, though Rahne was almost surprise by the speed with which the decorations appear. A string of lights here, some garlands there -- the whole of Paradise Hotel was beginning to look all sorts of wintery. It was enough to inspire anyone with holiday cheer, Rahne included.

It was for that reason that the Scottish mutant could be found in the kitchen, for the holidays could not be complete without holiday treats. Granted, her repertoire of Yuletide fair was terribly limited, but that's what the internet was for. At present, Rahne had dedicated herself to trying a particular recipe for fruitcake, despite the fact that most Americans seemed to turn their noses up at the mere thought of it. Obviously they hadn't found the right recipe yet.

She padded back and forth, pulling down bowls and measuring cups while hunting for the various ingredients that were needed. Intent as she was with her cooking project, she failed to see exactly where she was standing or, more appropriately, what she happened to be standing beneath. Rahne had seen the little sprigs of plant life hung all about the hotel and, despite the reactions from some of the hotel residents, hadn't paid much thought. It was a damned plant for crying out loud. Of course tradition was important, but this was just silly.

Besides, who would be crazy enough to plant a kiss on her?


art. Art was VERY fond of those little sprigs of mistletoe around the place, if only because it gave him the excuse to sneak up on girls and kiss them! Not in a creepy way, because Art just wasn't creepy, he just liked making people smile, and being silly and having fun was a good way to do that.

He bounced into the kitchen, heading for the fridge as he did so. Time for food! Or at least to see if he'd left anything in there, otherwise he was going to have to go out for dinner. But then he noticed the kitchen wasn't empty - and more importantly, the person in question was under some mistletoe! So he changed directions, moving into sidle up next to Rahne.

"Hi Rahne!" He said cheerfully, smiling over to her. "What are you making?"

rahne. Perhaps Rahne should have been cautious, nay, wary about Art's sudden appearance at her side and the fact that he ignored the fridge in favor of conversation. From her experience, menfolk were not easily distracted when it came to food. Then again, Centino was a nice guy -- someone that Rahne could definitely term as "good people". He wouldn't just shuffle on by without some kind of greeting.

"Awright, Art," she responded with a smile of her own. The bag of dried fruit in her hand was set on the counter as she turned to face him. "I'm tryin' my hand at a fruitcake -- goin' along with the holiday cheer, as it were."

art. Art really was the sort of guy who would favour saying hi to someone rather than getting food, but even better if he could combine both. Which is probably why most of his hanging out with people involved going to get food if it could at all be finagled. He was a growing boy! He needed the energy.

"Fruitcake! I always loved fruitcake. One Christmas I stayed with a family and the mom totally made it from scratch, it was the best thing ever. I bet you'll do an awesome job, you cook a lot of stuff, don't you?"

rahne. Rahne laughed at that, "Aye, I guess I do. Dinnae know if I can match anything made from scratch, but it's the effort that counts?" Still smiling, she turned back to her bit of counterspace, "I'll not be stoppin' at fruitcake, though, believe you me. There'll probably be cookies. And puddings, and..."

It was about that moment when Rahne realize exactly where she was standing. Or, more importantly what she was stading beneath. Oh dear. Well, perhaps if she didn't make any mention of it, Art would forget in favor of discussion of holiday food. Just in case, the Scottish mutant did try to skirt away from the sprig of green-and-white foliage with the pretense of heading for the fridge.

"And, y'know," she continued and no, her voice did not crack. Don't be silly. "There's this other recipe I've wanted to try, I think it's called brie en croute or something along those lines -- sounds right tasty, don't it?"

art. It's funny how Art just happened to move so he just happened to be in Rahne's way, a broad grin on his face. He was listening to what Rahne was saying honestly - there was something about cookies and pudding and brie - but he was more focused on making sure she did get away. Without replying to what she had to say, he leaned in quickly, pressing a quick but sweet kiss on her lips.

He pulled away with a grin, looking far too pleased with himself. "Merry Christmas, Rahne!" He declared, still grinning, quite happy with the fact that he'd managed to sneak the kiss in before she got away. Wasn't this fun?!

rahne. Oh. Well then. That had been a kiss, all right. Relatively innocent, in fact, but it wasn't as though she had a lot to compare it with. Or anything to compare it with. Rahne could feel head creeping slowly up her neck -- she'd be beet red in a matter of seconds, which was just the icing on the cake and Artie had said something, hadn't he? Yes, yes he had, and she was still kind of standing there, gaping like a herring. "Er," was her initial response, and more of a squeak than anything else, but her brain eventually caught on and she managed to blurt, "Happy Christmas!"

Rahne spun on her heel, immediately trying to occupy herself with the ingredients that were laid out on the counter, but she really just ended up pushing them around a bit. A mortified giggle threatened to bubbly up from somewhere and she vaguely wished Ric was about. Maybe he could open a fault line beneath her feet or something.

art. Art was more than pleased with himself, happy that his sneakiness had worked out. Her mortification went over his head a little, all he noticed was that she wasn't crazy upset or anything. He grinned broadly, continuing his jaunt to the fridge to check out the contents. There wasn't anything there that he was particularly interested in, so he soon emerged, his attention returning to Rahne for a moment.

"I'm going to head out and get some food, you want anything while I'm out? My treat!" Because that was just the sort of guy Art was. No big deal that he'd totally just kissed you under the mistletoe, Rahne, it was just the run of the mill sort of afternoon.

rahne. She watched Artie out of the corner of her eye and found that she was smiling. Well, it was all in good fun, wasn't it? Though, as first kisses went, that wasn't exactly what Rahne had had in mind. At the very least, she'd been too shocked to kiss back, so fortunately Art didn't think of her as a horrific kisser?

"Um... sure?" Rahne chuckled. "I'd be happy with a slice of pizza or something."

art. Surprise kisses didn't really count as good or bad - sure, Art knew what he was doing, but he didn't expect much from people when he was surprising them like that. The important thing was that the other person was smiling by the end of it, and he had a perfect score so far.

"Sure! I'll bring you something back. Good luck with the fruitcake, Rahne!" He tossed her one last smile before he headed back out of the kitchen. Expect an entire pizza delivered by yours truly when he gets back from his food expedition!