Falco Lombardi was pouring some alcohol for his close buddies as it was a rather quiet night, with it raining outside despite it being Christmas Eve.
"So, did all you guys get anything good for Christmas?" Falco suggested as he poured himself a glass of champagne.
"...You mean what we're going to get, or what we're going to give away?" Meta Knight remarked as he was polishing his sword.
"That's what I meant." Falco cleared his throat. "The latter, I mean. That's WHAT I'm saying, yo."
"...I'm not giving anyone anything." King DeDeDe boasted while drunk, his eyes going up and down and all around. "Y'all better give me gifts, though."
"It's better to give, than to receive." Lucario stated as he was taking brief sips of his alcohol.
"That is true. Even if the gift you get is not what you like, it's the thought that counts." R.O.B. pointed out while moving his metal arms vertically.
"True that." Falco remarked as he prepared to take another sip of his drink, only for him to get flattened by a rogue red Landmaster breaking in and going through the tavern.
