Clocktower

Selia was swaying, looking green. Extremely green. She put a hand over her mouth, running off quickly.

She came back a few minutes later, looking pale. She had dropped the blanket somewhere and was wearing a random santa dress, miniskirt, boots, hat, and top.

"What... are you wearing..."

"IT WAS SERENITY, OKAY?!" Selia had let her hair down, the brown hair curled and shined. She shivered. "I had it on under the blanket, that was the reason I brought it."

"Go change, then." Fry said with a shrug.

"I don't feel like marching back to the castle. In fact, I'm going back, goodnight." Selia ran off, coughing.

"That. Made. No. Sense." Fry mumbled.

Antonio shrugged.
"She's still Selia. My bello amato."


"Don't go all Italian on us, Antonio. It's nerdy."

"SHUT UP."

Selia ran back, in a much warmer outfit. The dress-top was borrowed from Serenity, a grey matching hat stuffed over her brown hair, grey leggings so she didn't get cold, and a pair of grey instead of black velvet boots. She sat down again, taking off her grey mittens and grinning, and feeling much warmer.

[Yes, it took me a while to figure this out, but with the help of a translator, bella amato means..
beautiful loved YOU KNOW WHAT?! BELLA'S NAME LITERALLY MEANS BEAUTIFUL SWAN. THAT TICKS ME OFF. MARY SUE MARYSUEMARYSUE.]

(Yea I might need to hire a translator >> All I know is bella and -- -.- Ew Beautiful Swan? Mary-sue of twilight...)

[[Nooo. Bello. BELLO. NOT BELLA. EWWW.]]

[I know. But still. And, here's the translator I used. http://babelfish.yahoo.com/translate_txt ]

(Oh few it's bello? ^^ BUt you SAY it Bella correct?)

[[Oh well. Then he'll just say Amato. Which means beloved. But he only said that because he's half-drunk. So stop making a big deal about it.]]


Antonio sighed.
"Heck, I want more. Let's keep drinking until we're dreadfully drunk."

The other two boys didn't hesitate, and within a matter of time, all the boys were chugging down the butterbeer.

(Sorry, when it comes to other languages I have no clue- -- Thanks Serenity! I bookmarked it XD)

Selia smiled at them, stretching out as another boom of thunder crashed outside.

"Boys are so silly,"

she said finally, rolling over onto her stomach and looking out the clock at the stormy skies, snow starting to fall softly. Then she turned and looked at the boys with a glint in her eyes. "Merry Christmas!"

Fry and Eric replied happily,
"Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays, Selia!"

"Happy St. Patrick's Day!" Antonio said and dropped his bottle.

Selia stood up, smiling slightly, and sat next to Antonio. She grabbed the bottle of butterbeer, handing it back to him patiently, and put one hand on his arm to make sure he didn't fall over. "Antonio? Do you think maybe-- Oh, what the heck, Happy Saint Patrick's day."

Fry smirked.
"It always works, he's drunk. TAKE THE PICTURE. Here, Antonio, have another bottle!"

Antonio took it mindlessly.

Selia shook her head, putting the camera away.

"Nah. It's fine. Antonio, don't you think you shouldn't drink any more? You seem a little drunk."

She took the bottle away from him, putting it back in the pile.

Antonio tried reaching for the bottle, but fell to the floor.


Fry burst into fits of laughter with Eric.

"Stop laughing at him!" Selia pulled Antonio up, glaring at Eric and Fry.

Karin walked up "Hi-" and she turned to look at them. "...What's wrong with them?"

Selia sighed. "They're drunk. DRUNK. Off butterbeer."

Eric and Fry were leaning against each other, sliding in their seats, laughing like everything was hilarious.


Antonio pulled himself to his elbows and strained to get the bottle, but missed and fell over.
"Unn."

Selia hugged Antonio, blocking his view of the bottles.

"No. No butterbeer. No. Shh, just ignore the butterbeer. No more. Alright, Antonio?"