sixthiterationlogs | If you really, really wannakah/Have a happy, happy, happy, happy Hanukkah [OPEN]

WHO: Samantha Moon
WHERE: Various parts of the Inn
WHEN: December 2-10
OPEN TO: ALL
WARNINGS: Standard language warnings for Sam; nudity and sexy in thread with Danny

Sam had many talents, but tracking the lunar calendar wasn't necessarily one on her resume. Nevertheless, it was December and she decided that meant Hanukkah was on the way. Her second one in the fucking clown rodeo. Something like her fifth or sixth since dying. Which was just depressing as all hell. As if she needed something else depressing to weigh on her mind.

Last year, she'd cobbled together a menorah out of bolts and spare wires and broken bottle necks. It looked steampunk as hell, but when she managed to pull together enough candles to light the thing up, she had to admit, it was kind of cheery. It was about as out-of-place as they all were, trapped in this Skinner Box of doom, so in that sense, it was perfectly at home. So she lit it every night in the common area of the Inn, on the window ledge.

Ba-ruch A-tah Ado-nai
E-lo-he-nu Me-lech ha-olam
Something, something
Something
Soooomething
Something, something
Le-had-lik ner
Shel Cha-nu-kah.

Okay, so she didn't remember all the words. It was the thought that counted, right? Sure. Why not.

When she wasn't lighting the candles, she sometimes slipped into the kitchen. The year before, Erik had taught her a recipe for latkes. She remembered most of the basics and tried her hand at it a few times. Not that she could fucking eat any of them, but after the first couple of failed batches, they started to smell pretty amazing. And she left them out on a plate for anyone who came by.

And feeling particularly in the holiday spirit, she set herself up at her favorite table in the corner, with her box of colored pencils. She'd saved scraps of paper where she could, stealing napkins, starched fabric, and what remained of the book Jude had put together for her. On one of the napkins, she wrote "Free Portraits." Back home, she'd done some unofficial work as a police sketch artist. They didn't have photographs of the people they'd left behind. But she could do pretty good approximations. She'd hung up one of her sketches of Avery as an example.

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Easier said than done. But she could only express her concerns so many times, to be met only with Danny's Zen. The definition of insanity was doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result. And the Ventrue were more prone to insanity than most Kindred.

She kissed him back, and nodded slightly, closing her eyes.

"Just...promise me something," she said. She knew it sounded heavy, but she hurried on before concern could wrinkle his brow. "Just promise you're not going to reveal suddenly that you're secretly my brother. Because the last date I went on...it didn't end well."

Although it had brought her just one step closer to being Luke Skywalker...

"Mmm?" He hummed, his voice low and pleased as it rumbles through his chest.

Danny snorted. "I promise that we aren't related. I was an only child." Not counting the fact that they were from two different worlds. Danny really didn't think that was something that they had to worry about.

"Come on. Let's get dressed. We'll get cold if we lay here much longer."

Really, Sam had been aware of how warm she felt. But whatever. She leaned over to cup her hand under the spray of the faucet, splashing water in Danny's face. It was, admittedly, a little cold. But that was what he got for his super-Danny-like reply to her little confession.

If he were any more Zen, she was going to have to keep checking him for a pulse.

"As you wish, Monkey Boy."

"Hey!" He lifted a hand to guard himself from the splash of water and playfully pushed her in retaliation.

It took him a moment to grab his things and stand. He liked watching Sam and watched her get dress before pulling his robe back on. It was an easy on easy off kind of attire though Danny hadn't really noticed before now.

"Any other holiday traditions I should know about?"

[ooc: want to wrap this one up? I need to tag at the NYE party still.]

Sam felt a little self conscious, the way he watched her. But she supposed there wasn't much she could do to hide the fact that she was thin and bony and awkward. So she did her best not to show it, even if she turned her shoulder slightly, every once in a while, in a gesture that was almost shy.

She tilted her head as she braided her hair up, giving him a little smirk.

"I think we've strayed pretty far from 'traditional.' Maybe we should just start making some new traditions."

[OOC: Sounds good!]

"I'd be okay with that."

Danny pulled on his robe and when she was dressed, pull Sam against his frame. He kissed her again, slow and deep, before pulling away and stepping towards the door.

"I'll make sure that the coast is clear."

[ooc: sorry for the slow but I'm going to take the NYE party today.]

If you really, really wannakah/Have a happy, happy, happy, happy Hanukkah [OPEN]

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