* As she shakes, from her auburn tresses to her slippered toes, to get the kinks out, KaMa glances about in search of the host, the Host, anybody. *

"Hey, Bartender? Spend a little time with me!"
I know I'm late, but this is ridiculous; there's still nearly 21 hrs left before midnight (by the ol' AW~clock )
Oh well, seeing as no one's minding the place, I'll just help myself to this chilled bottle of *sniff sniff* Vodka. I think that'll help with the Yule Hunt. Sure can't do any worse!

* Pulling open the heavy doors, allowing snow to gather inside, KaMa casts one last look 'round the Hall. Noting the detritus, she smiles 'cause she knows: Folks that party this heartily won't stay 'way long. *