Happy Mardi Gras

May you get the baby in the King Cake.

Catch the beads.

Eat good food and drink good wine.

And now for a small Sylum Moment

Nico smiled at the sound of the Mardi Gras party in full swing down in the ballroom.  It had been a long few months, the holidays had seemed to blend, then all hell broke loose in January.

He would really like to have a year that is calm, normal, and not have some lunatic whether it be Cardinal or Caesar trying to destroy something.

“Deep thoughts?”  Warrick glanced down at his Mate, who had his head in his lap, as the two were curled up on their couch away from the party.

“Can we give up ‘someone trying to kill us’ for lent?”  He asked.

“I’m good with it.” He laughed lightly, running his hand through the dark locks.  “You and Kenway still thinking of joining the Police Department.”

“I need to do something, and give us good excuse to have a house in the city.  Though will you be okay with us being open and out?”  Nico looked up at his Mate, it was a big thing for Warrick to be a Lieutenant, especially as a black man, add in being gay could do a lot of damage.

“I don’t give a shit. Some punk ass kid comes after me, to teach the nigger, yeah well it wouldn’t be the first time, and I’ll flatten him.  Same if they come after the fag.  I’m more worried about you, I’m a Lieutenant in Forensics, you would be a beat cop.”

“Kenway.”

“Point.”

“We should get downstairs.”  Nico sat up, smiling at his Mate.  “Thomas went all out, just like he did for our Hallow Thanksmas Eve.”

“What?” Warrick laughed as he got off the couch.

“It’s what I called last years holidays, it felt like one long day with the amount of people who kept stopping by.”  He pulled Warrick down for a soft kiss.  “Let’s get downstairs, if your lucking I’ll flash you for some beads.”

“Oh lets get this party started!”