Booze and babes. Every now and then beer and bitches, just to change things up a little. Christmas Eve is my favorite night of the year. Frost at Chuck's until we get sick of how his walls look, then we head to Black's basement to drink a little more and jam before our gig. Turn the amps up until dirt falls from the ceiling and the pipes damn near jar themselves from the wall.
A few more shots til' we're off to Dante's to wreak the place. Newt, the bouncer lets us bypass the line. He's good peoples. There we go through rounds and rounds of shots as we laugh and watch the lanky Leaf Eaters and Breeders dance to the flammin' electro music. Fraggin' pussy drek, damn near makes mah ears bleed.
Ten o'clock rolls around, we round up as many Riff Girls we can find and slot and run down to The Rotting Plane, the local Grind venue where we set up, chug some JD and frag the place up. No Synthaxe's, no Beatpannels, just pure fragging instruments, real music played by my own bloody hands. Rip the 'tar so hard the skin comes off my fingers. Belt guttural screams until my throat burns and I have the whole place chanting my name. Everyone will know the name of Ridge before the night is over.
Gig's done, Lao the club owner lets us party in the back. Just the band and a bunch of Riff girls we picked from the crowd. The hottest Orc chicks in the crowd and even a few of the thicker Human bitches. Frag those pixie looking Elven girls. Ah, panties are a lot easier to get into than that damn wrapping paper.
Three AM hits and we parts way. A few of the fella's finding another place to hang. Me? I've had enough for the night, I need to hit the springs. And I do just that after I get home, face plant the pillow.
The alarm goes of, it's eight in the morning. I gently feel up my night stand until I find the alarm and chuck it against the wall then bury my head back into my pillow. I think to myself, is all that alcohol worth this headache? I replay the previous night in my mind over a few times. Oh yeah, it sure as hell is.
I get a few more minutes until there is a tug on my arm. I play asleep until the tugging damn near pops my arm out of place. I turn to see the most beautiful Orc girl I have ever laid my eyes on. Merry Christmas to me. I grin and get up out of bed.
A few cups of Soykaf later I'm in the living room, blinking lights and glare of the Christmas tree fragging with my eyes. I squint and nearly trip over the dog, Pickles. Fragging mutt...
I sit down beside her, putting my arm over her shoulders and taking another sip of the 'kaf. We stare at the tree for a few seconds, and all the wrapped merch underneath. I turned to look at her as she looked up at me with her gorgeous smile.
"Can I open them now Daddy?"
Christmas is my favorite day of the year.