title: Eggnog
summary: Having been at the party for an hour, Malon begins a countdown for when would be the proper time to leave said party.
note: Sheik and Zelda are too different people in this so yea. also at this moment none of my prompts are related.

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She didn't intend on being the wallflower of the party.

She had intended on waltzing in, shrugging off her lovely winter coat, and mingling until the party concluded – or the sun rose, whichever one came first. Oh, and also stealing a bunch of pigs in blankets and cocktail shrimp. Honestly, only reason anyone attends a party, to steal the finger foods laid out on the tables. Well in this case laid out on the serving plates of the caterers. Her friend was having his holiday party catered, like with actual people in white button ups and black slacks walking around asking if you cared for whatever was on their plate.

Wasn't going to a catered party like going to Mars? Only a select few had the chance of experiencing such a feat.

One of the servers, Linebeck according to his nametag, had made a few rounds passed her and she made have stolen a trays worth of pigs in blankets. Half of which currently hid in her clutch.

Leaning back slightly, Malon let herself fall against the cold wall of her friend's foyer. She had intended to be social, she really did but the overwhelming feeling that washed over her upon entering the front door won out. She recognized a hand full of guest and recalled the names of even fewer. Currently she genuinely knew only two partygoers the host of the evening and his plus one. Which in a way doesn't count seeing as everyone knew the host and his lady. Hence the invitation. There was a tall, impassive woman standing directly in front of her and Malon recalled her face but couldn't place a name to her.

Was this really how the night would go?

Clicking the button on the side of her phone, Malon notice she had been at the part for a little over an hour. She'd stay at most one more hour – bailing at the two hour mark was proper etiquette right? Especially for someone who visibly did not belong at such a lovely cocktail/holiday party.

One hour starting now.

Five minutes in Malon found herself sidling against the walls to the bathroom. She recognized a few of the women milling about waiting for the toilets. She believed she knew the name of the woman who asked her if she had a Tic Tac but to be honest the name may have been completely off. (And she did not in fact have a Tic Tac. Just a bunch of pigs in blankets)

At the fifteen minute mark she left her post against the back wall and found herself against the wall near a large punch bowl filled to the brim with eggnog.

Did eggnog taste good?

What even was eggnog?

Flicks of cinnamon were sprinkled across the top of the creamy beverage. Picking up the ladle from the punch bowl, Malon poured a small glass for herself into a glass reindeer mug. May as well right? Taking a small sip, Malon made a subtle face of disgust. At least she thought it was subtle.

"Eggnog isn't for everyone." a male standing on the opposite side of the table said, his mouth hidden behind his reindeer mug. A large white knit cap sat atop his shaggy blond locks, his bangs framing/hiding parts of his face.

Sending him a small glare, Malon threw back the drink grimacing just so after finishing her cup. Nope, the stranger was right - it indeed was not for everyone.

"That's also the one with the brandy in it." But that's the only bowl of eggnog... Glancing at the other patron of the eggnog bowl, she took in his appearance - a large white scarf wrapped around his neck matched the knit cap he wore, his rich royal blue sweater making his visible red eye pop. Wait red eye? The male let out a tired sigh, throwing the rest of his drink back before ladeling himself a second glass. "Yes this is my natural eye pigmentation, no I am not wearing colored contacts or any contacs for that matter, no I am not half albino, and it's the amount of melanin my eye possess."

Malon gave him a confused look, before whispering, "Your eyes are lovely."

"Sorry, I usually answer my frequently asked question once someone fixates on my eye color."

"Do you have a print out of your FAQ page?" The blond let out a laugh - a rather jolly, head tossed back one. Smiling softly at his reaction, Malon found herself pouring a second glass of eggnog regardless of the unappealing taste.

And ten minutes later filling up a third (still grimace inducing) glass as she and the mysterious blond were will into a game of who's who. They would point out a person attending the party and if the other did not already know the person, they would have to try and guess the party goer's life. Currently they were imagining the life of a short, oval of a man's life. The male reached a hand up to brush his fingers of his take on a handlebar mustache and chin puff combination.

"Judging by the horror of a red coat, I'd say he moonlights as a lobster hunter when not admiring his facial hair. The coat is a means to blend in with his prey." Malon found herself throwing her head back laughing. This is not how she had imagined the night to go - well, partially. She imagined she'd be circulating the floor, engaging in conversation with all touching on an array of topics. Her contentment written on her face. Instead here she was joking with one guest surveying the crowd from the back of the room away from the views of the others. Her contentment written on her face.

Nursing her fourth and final reindeer mug of eggnog Malon was still gladly in this odd exchange between a male. The minutes ticked closer and closer to her one hour mark yet she no longer felt the desire to make a swift exit - saying a brief goodbye to the hosts and making a dash for her car.

"Do you like food?" the male asked, his words feeding into each other.

"Typically, yes I like food."

He let out a sole embarrassed chuckle, shaking his head slightly, "I meant actually food, not the hor'dorves you smuggled into your purse."

"Again typically, yes I like food."

He gave her a smile smell before asking if she wanted to get crappy food from a diner not to far and forgo the apparent three course dinner the guests had planned. She thought it was just a sole course, not three. But crappy diner food with this mystery man felt more invigorating than her current socializing. Not like anyone would even know she was gone - just the two hosts would would circulate over to her whenever they could.

She did end up leaving around the two hour mark of her being at the party when she intended and did end up swiftly saying her 'thank you's and 'goodbye's to the hosts but instead dashing for a different car than her own. And instead of curled up in her bed watching some asinine television show she was in a slightly sticky booth at a diner, her feet curled underneath her ordering the world's greasiest plate of disco fries.

"And can you bring eggnog. She really enjoys it." He told the waitress as she went to leave their table. "I'm Sheik by the way."

Definitely not how she planned her night to go. "Malon." But definitely worth it.

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Any of you guys know what Christmas movie has people drinking eggnog from glass reindeer mugs?
If you, do I like you cause that one's my favorite.