Dite's Decadent Delights | Wednesday

[begmetwice]

Irene's holiday decorations this year had taken a rather inventive turn, thanks to a late-night impulse purchase from her bathtub (you had your vices, Irene had hers, and frankly drunk-bathtub-shopping was one of the better ones) of a...G-scale train, complete with a little Santa car should she choose to wind it around her tree.

She was, of course, instead winding it all over the shop. And it was tedious work, at the moment, laying down tracks with tiny horse interference, but it would also be worth it considering that she'd also received a number of cargo cars, and boy, was there plenty around here to decorate the train with and stock in those cars.

In any case, Dite's was open, and, weirdly enough, not any more full of candy cane dildos or whatever than it had been a week ago.

[brought to you by how I'm looking at three plastic totes of Christmas train that I haven't set up, myself. open!]

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[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Jon brought hot drinks and stumbled stepped nimbly around the tiny horses on his way in.

"Good afternoon, Irene. I...is that...I wouldn't have thought a train was terribly thematic."

[begmetwice]

"Tsk, Jon, such a lack of imagination," Irene chided, reaching up onto a shelf to snag a string of beads, which she dropped neatly into one of the cargo cars with a little ta-da flourish. "See? Ooh, is one of those for me?"

Either that or he'd brought a drink for one of the horses. Or maybe one for all of them to share, since they were so tiny!

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

"It is." Not for the horses. He came closer to hand it to her.

"I'm honestly not sure how trains came to be Christmas things in general, honestly," he confessed. "Though I suppose they deliver sex things as well as any other present."

Though Jon couldn't really fathom buying sex presents for someone you weren't in a relationship with, and he wasn't sure if that was his asexuality, his Englishness, or if he was actually normal for once.

[begmetwice]

Oh, no, Jon was very normal there. Irene typically saw either couples or the becoupled-and-trying-to-surprise-the-other-party, this month. (Though, really, what she would give for a Christmastime love story borne out of someone shooting their shot with someone by presenting them with a romantic butt plug, or something.)

"Cheers," Irene said, happily accepting the drink and lifting it in a little toast. "And honestly, I have no idea, but it's probably Coca-Cola's fault somehow."

A lot of Christmas iconography came from Coke, it seemed.

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Jon toasted back. "Blame it all on Americans." Generally a safe bet.

"I hope you've been well."

[begmetwice]

Irene, in a fit of honesty, wobbled a hand back and forth.

"This is always a tricky time of year for me," she noted, mostly doing her best to play it off as nothing more troublesome than a headcold she fought every December. "But I'm all right. Yourself? Probably grateful it seems like the big party isn't in your building this year, yeah?"

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Jon chuckled. "I've actually never had complaints about Summer's parties, but I imagine it's better to have it someplace with no same-wall neighbours." He fidgeted for a moment. "Though I could still have a small get-together on the day of, if there's interest in crackers, store-bought pudding, and heckling the royal Christmas message."

[begmetwice]

"Ooof, and watch Charles mumble through it again," Irene sighed, exhaling her disappointment in their king through her teeth. "I'm not sure I'll be around, actually. Toying with the idea of taking a holiday over the holiday."

And, you know, it was Jon, so she could be a skosh more honest than she'd be with most people. "I'm going to ask Amaya to go to London with me. Not my London, but a different one. I've not been back in ages."

You know, since all the shit and the fake-dying and the real-almost-dying.

[intheeyeofthebeholding]

Jon managed a small smile for that. "That sounds lovely. Though now I'm picturing you in a Dickensian version, just for the snow and the dresses."