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2025

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The Dal was decked out in its finest, which basically meant Kenzi had gone overboard with the dollar store decorations. Glittery "2025" signs hung crookedly on every available surface, and tinsel draped across Trick's precious ancient artifacts made him wince every time he looked up.

"Careful with those!" Trick called out as Kenzi teetered on a barstool, attempting to hang yet another sparkly banner. "Some of those relics are older than your entire family line."

"Chillax, gramps," Kenzi waved him off, nearly losing her balance. "Your dusty old junk needs some pizzazz. New year, new look!"

Bo watched from her perch at the bar, nursing what had to be Trick's finest scotch. Her grandfather might grumble, but he always broke out the good stuff for special occasions. "You know he's going to make you take all that down tomorrow, right?"

"Party pooper." Kenzi hopped down with surprising grace given the height of her new boots. "Speaking of party... Lauren's coming right? And D-man? Because mama didn't buy all these noisemakers just to celebrate with a grumpy bartender and his equally broody granddaughter."

Bo rolled her eyes but couldn't hide her smile. "Yes, they're both coming. And they both promised to behave."

"Ooooh, awkward exes club!" Kenzi clapped her hands together. "My favourite kind of drama. Well, after shoe sales and free tequila night."

"Hey now," Hale appeared behind her, sliding an arm around her waist. "I thought I was your favourite kind of drama?"

"You're like, drama-lite. The diet coke of drama. Which reminds me - Trickster! Your favourite customer needs a refill!"

Trick muttered something that sounded suspiciously like "Heaven help me" but reached for Kenzi's preferred vodka anyway.

The door swung open, bringing in a blast of cold air and Lauren, looking somehow both perfectly put together and adorably flustered. "Sorry I'm late! The lab results from that new Fae species we discovered last week were just fascinating and I lost track of time..."

"Doctor Hotpants!" Kenzi cheered. "Just in time to see me make Bo blush with my amazing toast-writing skills!"

"Oh god," Bo groaned. "Please tell me you didn't actually write toasts."

"What kind of bestie would I be if I didn't embarrass you in front of all your friends and family?" Kenzi pulled a crumpled paper from her boot. "I even made copies!"

Dyson chose that moment to arrive, shaking snow from his leather jacket. His eyes met Lauren's briefly before they both looked away, an awkward dance they'd perfected over the years. But there was less tension there now, more resigned acceptance.

"Did I miss the embarrassing toasts?" he asked, claiming the seat next to Bo.

"Not yet, wolf-man!" Kenzi declared. "But first - Trick, my man, my favorite barkeep - we need shots. Many, many shots. Can't start 2025 sober, that's like, bad luck or something."

"I'm pretty sure you just made that up," Lauren said, but she was smiling as she accepted the shot glass Trick slid her way.

"Details, details." Kenzi waved her hand dismissively. "Now, who's ready to hear about the time Bo tried to seduce that guy who turned out to be a garden gnome?"

"KENZI!"

Bo's protest was drowned out by laughter, the kind that only comes from people who've been through hell together and come out the other side still standing. Still family. As Trick poured another round and Kenzi launched into her story (with far too many embellishments, if you asked Bo), the succubus looked around at her mismatched family and smiled.

Some things changed. Some stayed the same. But these people - her people - they were constant. Even when they drove her crazy. Especially then.

"To family," she said, raising her glass.

"To family," they echoed, even Kenzi pausing her theatrical retelling to join the toast.

"And to whatever crazy shit 2025 throws at us!" Kenzi added, because of course she did.

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a/n: It's been a while. I'm not currently feeling very Bolo. But anyhow, let me know what you think! Cheers!