Who: Pixie, Skellington, and Allen When: December 30th, evening Where: Lawu territory, Museum Bar What: Pixie is working on a slow night and wants to teach her son how to dance. Teenage attitude ensues to the hilarity of those who notice. Rating: PG for now, will move up if language gets too bad Status: In-Progress
Pixie was glad to be working at the bar that night versus the streets. It was so cold out there. Although there wasn't really heaters run on electricity anymore, fires in fire places made up for it. Pixie had a trash can fire going behind the bar just for her, and there was a nice fire going in the fire place that had been made sometime before Pixie and the kids got there. The Lawu must have realized how cold it got without central heating, and made fire places in certain building to compensate for the cold.
Skellington, or Pumpkin as she called him, decided to come in and "kill time" that evening. Her son left Pixie flabbergasted sometimes, with how much he has grown over the years, the way he really stepped up after the pulse, and responsible he had become. On Christmas, after watching Mustang and Lot sneak off together, and helping with some of he clean up and her children had finally gone to sleep, Pixie cried herself to her own sleep. This wasn't the world she wanted her children growing up in. This also wasn't how she pictured her life. There were times she felt so alone, never having settled down, always thinking of her children and how to better take care of them and ensuring the family's survival to a point of reverting back to an old trick. It also didn't help that her children were growing up and learning how to take care of themselves without her there. That made her feel even more alone, and on Christmas she couldn't hold it in anymore.
But a new year was coming up, and as always, Pixie had a cheery disposition on her face and in her body language the next day and the days to follow. For as long as she could manage, she'd hold her kids to her. With the new year, she could make some new goals for herself regarding the kids. One was to dance with her son again, like they used to when he was little. When he was actually shorter than her. Pixie was lucky with Ladybug, she still wanted to dance around and be goofy with her mother. But Pumpkin, no, Skellington, wanted to pull as far away from his mother as possible, as if she were a plague he was avoiding now that he was 18. Well, he was at her place of work, and on her time and so help her, he was going to dance with his mother.
"Skellington, come here," she called to him. When he came over from playing a game of pool against himself, she walked out from behind the bar and took his hand. There was no music playing but that wouldn't stop her. "You're going to dance with your mother and deal with it," she ordered in a motherly tone.