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"I'm sure he thinks he does," Gwyn snorted, not a care in the world. The sith bore no ill will towards the ghoul at all, no matter Roland's opinion of Raphael. He simply trusted that most powerful men had far too much going on in their lives to miss a single bottle of champagne. Besides, Gwyn had always wriggled out of such troubles before -- who was looking for an invisible man in the midst of a crowded bar on New Year's anyhow?

Much more fun to focus on the important things in front of him now, like beating Khion at his own game. Gwyn whooped as the wave of snow rose in front of him, taking a running leap right towards the barrage and twisting into the familiar shape of his raven's skin to bank over the obstacle, a dark spot against the dark sky, materializing back in the air in his full form with a trill of laughter nearly on top of his old friend. His snowball never left his hands, Gwyn fully committed to letting gravity carry himself and his weapon down to mash it on top of Khion's white-blond head directly.

"De Luca's got his ways, I'm sure," Khion replied, smirking wider as he crouched down, arms out, prepared to counter Gwyn. There was a reason he'd stayed back a few feet from the bar while his old friend worked to avoid association if that shit came back to bite them in the ass. He loved Gwyn, obviously, but he'd just been freed from the castle and wasn't about to fuck that up again so soon. Councilmen weren't to be fucked with.

He decided to strike Gwyn first, waving his hand and sending a full on wave of snow right at the approaching sith.

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Gwyn whooped in triumph, already attempting to side-step across the snow to dodge the pamola's inevitable retaliation. In dark clothes against the powdery white he'd be a clear target, but at least he could be a speedy one. "Don't consider it stealing, darling, consider it a charitable reappropriation for the good of the public!" In his efforts to duck away from Khion's barrage, the outermost snowball inevitably nailed its target right in the sith's bare chest, Gwyn letting out an indignant yelp. "Show off!" He shouted, then added more cheerfully, "Besides, do you really think old Raph will notice one missing bottle in the midst of the festivities?" He gathered another handful of snow, advancing on Khion with a mischievous grin without hurling it quite yet, "He probably bathes in Dom Pérignon!"

Khion only laughed as Gwyn's decoy plan essentially worked. He didn't mind since this was all for fun, no win or lose in this little game. "Speaking of cheap shots," he laughed. His gaze fell to the champagne in the snow, the corner of his mouth lifting up in a smirk. "Y'know, De Luca's not gonna be very happy when he finds out you stole from him," he said probably not for the first time since they'd left the club. He raised his hand to the side, snow raising off the ground and forming itself into multiple hovering snowballs. One flick of his wrist sent them all flying at Gwyn.

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Gwyn ducked with a yelp as Khion's first missile streaked his way, coming up laughing as he wagged a finger at the pamola. "Cheap shot!" The sith shouted, straightening now that he'd gotten the champagne bottle he'd smuggled out of Euphoria properly nestled in a snow bank, "Not while I'm chilling our refreshments, you cheater. Did one of the twins teach you how to play dirty like that?" The Gaudets were still a big question mark to Gwyn, but if one of them had seen fit to free Khion he couldn't imagine them being all that bad - at least they had good taste.

The sith was hardly dressed any more appropriately for the weather; they could attract all the gawkers they liked as he gathered his own snowball by hand, grinning at Khion all the while. "Don't be so shocked anyhow, Khioneau. I just wanted to make sure you're being properly humbled in your own domain." Gwyn's winter magic was something still strange to him at times, but in this season it was strong and happy to answer his call. The projectile he flung at the pamola next was just a disguise for the snow he'd shaped behind him, aimed to beam Khion in the back of his blonde head once he dodged the first one.

"I'm shocked this is what you'd like to do with me on New Year's Eve," Khion said to his old friend as they settled into the middle of the snow-covered park underneath golden fairy lights strung through the air and silver moonlight. Normally the two of them would be getting absolutely blasted in the club and looking for someone –– possibly each other –– to kiss at midnight. "Snow activities" dressed as they were, Khion in his shiny suit that showed plenty of chest, wasn't on his list for the evening but the pamola had no complaints. He loved winter and he loved the night and perhaps the best way to ring in the New Year was to share that new commonality with the former seelie with a snowball fight.

He smirked, waving his hand over the snow as it rose up and morphed into a perfect spherical shape over the palm of his hand. "Although I'd love to see how connected to all things winter you've become, Gwynnifer." Khion thrust his arm forward and the snowball launched at the sith at supernatural speed.

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