Hi. This is Lexi. Kitty (My older sister who betas some of our stuff) wrote most of this. Izzy did some corrections. Enjoy!

DISCLAIMER: I officially disclaim this. Harvest Moon is not mine. Nope.

The five villagers stepped out of the church.

"Well!" Claire clapped her hands. "There is only one way to celebrate this!"

"Wine?" asked Karen, looking up hopefully.

"A chop-off?" Gray was nearly drooling.

Only May and Stu seemed unenthused. "I already told you," pouted May. "We have a date. At six!" The little girl held up five fingers.

"You're very young," chided Karen. "You really shouldn't be dating."

"Don't worry!" cried Stu triumphantly. "This time we won't tell anyone that we're going to hide behind Wooly the sheep!" Too late, he clasped his hands over his mouth.

"No, sillies," giggled Claire. "We have to figure out how to get Carter to drop this crazy… whatever it is. Meet at my house. 7:00 on the dot!" Seeing Karen's face fall, Claire amended her previous statement. "Bring wine!"

Karen nodded, a smile slowly spreading over her face, and a gleam appearing in her eyes. "See you then!" She crept off into the distance, laughing evilly and mumbling, "I can drink whatever I want. Oh, yes. It's my wine. I can drink my wine. Mine. Not yours, stupid Carter. My wine. I want my wine."

May looked at Stu. Stu shrugged. "Fine," said May. "Just don't expect us to be on time." She glanced at her "love".

"Let's get going!" Stu said to May. "We need to get dressed for our date at six behind Wooly the sheep!"

They ran off, leaving Gray and Claire standing outside of the church.

"So…" Claire wasn't sure what to say. "See you then?"

Gray shrugged. "I haven't anything better to do. Grandpa's banished me from my hammer."

"Oh," said Claire, eloquently.

"Isn't that pretty?" asked Gray, attempting, again at one of his conversation-starters. He pointed up to a stained glass window, depicting either Jesus or the Harvest Goddess, it was hard to tell.

"Umm… sure?" said Claire, even though it seemed more like a question. She thought that if there was any use in a stained-glass window, it was only if the subject being portrayed in colored glass was her.

The two stood in silence, looking up at the window.

"I'm leaving now," Claire informed Gray bluntly. "Adios!" and as an afterthought "Amigo!"

Within a blink of Gray's eye, Claire was gone, skipping up the path, singing extremely loudly. Claire was weird. There was no doubt about it in Gray's mind. Claire was also rude, obnoxious, and just plain disgusting. But she was very entertaining. The blacksmith shook his head, and prepared for a long night.

Claire banged her fist against her wooden table. The noise made all four or five, if you count Butch the dog (who still had eye snot smeared down his back) delinquents jump, even Karen. She was heavily intoxicated, and completely slumped over on the table.

"Wash goin' awn?" mumbled the wasted shopkeeper.

Ignoring this brief interruption, Claire continued in her speech.

"Carter must be stopped!" cried Claire, pounding her hand on the table. "Carter has hurt us. Does anyone know of any times where we have inflicted as much pain on Carter as he has inflicted on us? We should be able to say "Holy Crap!" or exclaim, "What the Hell!" and "Oh my God!" And yet, we !can't" She paused for dramatic effect, "NO, says I, NO! Which is why we must rebel!"

She attempted to raise one eyebrow, but could only manage to raise both of them. Lifting up the hand that had been slammed on the table, she held her left eyebrow up. With the other hand, she forced her right eyebrow down. The final picture was that of someone who was extremely idiotic.

Gray stifled a laugh. Karen took this as an opportunity to offer Stu "shome weally, weally, weally good booze". In response, May whacked Karen over the head with one of Elli's high heels. In fact, May had pillaged her entire outfit, complete with a pearl necklace and gold earrings, from Elli's closet. Suffice it to say, this outfit, like the altar server robes, was covered in safety pins.

Claire's arms were hurting from holding up her eyebrows, so she changed to scratching her head, messing up her already uncouth bleached blonde hair. She yawned. It was way past her bedtime.

Gray looked around at the scene, and (to his dismay) felt small smile creep up his face. This was fun. Being in the musty farmhouse, the smell of alcohol heavy in the air. Watching May yell at Karen, who was slobbering drunk, poor little Stu cowering behind May. Hearing Claire try to impersonate a revolutionary or someone, someone that she had definitely seen on TV some time. It resembled a three-ring circus.

He decided to share the information that he had. Really, it was the information that everyone had. However, you had to have a brain to figure it out. May and Stu were too young to put two and two together. Karen was too wasted to know anything but the brand of the alcoholic substance she was drinking. And Claire? She had no brain. Or, in his mind, she didn't. If she did, she certainly didn't let on.

"Claire?" he asked meekly.

She whisked around to him. "Oui? What eez eet zat you have to sai?"

Gray stared at her, eyes wide in fear. "Are… are you impersonating… Napoleon?" he asked.

Claire glared at him. "Maybe." Gray raised an eyebrow (and unlike Claire, he managed to raise it). "Okay, okay!" Claire gave a humph. "Zut alors! Anyways, what did you want to say?"

"I'm thinking about what's coming up next season. What holiday is coming up, to be exact?" Gray said slowly.

Claire's face was blank. She blinked slowly. One, twice, three times. She shrugged.

"No clue."

Gray tried to help her. "Winter 25th?"

"Huh?" Claire cocked her head. Karen's loud snores penetrated the awkward silence.

"Remember? Presents?"

Claire's face filled with joy at this revelation. "Santa!" she cried.

"And guess what comes around the time Santa comes? What comes that Carter organizes?" Gray gained confidence. "A nativity, that's what!"

"A what?" asked Claire, unimpressed.

"Never mind what it is. It's the perfect opportunity for sabotage!"

The wheels clicked around in Claire's brain. "Sabotage," she mused. "Sabotage! It's perfect! Carter's Church School will become hell for him!"

May and Stu began to applaud. Karen woke up with a jolt.

"Where am I?" she asked, completely bemused.

"Come on," sighed Gray. "I'll get you home."

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