true meaning of Slayermas

Andy sits back from the table. It feels like they have been eating all day and there is still a pile of food. Alexi puts down the bones of some avian leg he's been ripping the met off and smiles at him. His cheeks red from the massive amounts of vodka they've been steadily working their way through.

"Full?" He enquires.
"Just a bit. Alexi we must have eaten a months worth of food here."
"something like that." The big man agrees. "But that is ok. To day we are celebrating. To day is Mr Slayers Day."
Andy stares at him incongruously. "All that bollox about Intruder coming in the night and leaving gifts for the kids and the bill for the parents. I mean come on that's just some silly commercial crap to sell more stuff that people don't really need. "
"Well some might say that but that is only because they have forgotten what it is really about."
"Really about?" He stares at the remains before him - "looks like it was pretty successful at selling crap we didn't need to us."
Alexi dismisses his observation with a wave of his hand. "Now we drink a toast." He clears a space and puts down 2 shot glasses with SLA engraved on the side.
Andy looks at Alexi, confusion on his face. "What?"
The big man pours a more than generous amount into both glasses. "A toast. To Mr Slayer." The big man holds up his glass high.
"Why?"
The glass lowers. "Why?" this time it is the turn of the big man to look confused.
"Yeah why?"
"Because it is Slayermas."
"So." He stands up, shakily, "I've had more than enough, last thing I need is another drink." He turns to stagger to the bath room.
"Because this is the day we give thanks for all he has done for us." The big man stated firmly.
"Done for us?" The little man can not keep the amusement from his voice. "Yeah right."
There is thunk as the tumbler hits the table.
Andy stops at the sound and turns.
The huge form rises to its feet, leaning forward menicingly. "We toast to show we are grateful." The voice rumbles at him.
But Andy is to drunk to see the warning signs.
"What do I have to be grateful to him for? He threw me out on the street to rot. If you hadn.."
"What do we have to be grateful to him for!" The rumble cuts across him The accent thick and threating "I tell you what we have to be grateful to him for! You hear a lot about how Intruder saved the ebons and the shaktar - how Senti saved the wraiths. But who saved us? Who saved humans? I tell you. He did. We are Mr Slayers chosen people. We live because he wishes it that way. Every day you breath you do so because it is his wish you do so. Don't you ever forget that. Now you come back here, you sit at this table and you drink to him. Or you get out of that door and I never see you again!"
Andy stairs up at the hand pointing to the door. Suddenly realizing how badly he misjudged things.
He swallows all but audibly. "well put like that.."
"Yes." The threat is still clear in the low voice.
He picks up the glass. "Thank you Mr slayer." He knocks back the contents.
The big man sits down. "Better." He lifts his own glass high. "To Mr Slayer. Thank you for another years." He drains the glass. slamming it down up turned on the table.
Andy stares at the big man. Then places his own glass beside it. "Yeah. Another year. Now can I go to the bathroom?"


Comments and observations appreciated.

Jack Crow wrote:

> Slayermas?

> Sue, you're wonderful.

> Great little tale.

> So, when is Slayermas on the calendar?

Ooo I'd say some time towards the end of the year -

not quite dead at the end cos that might upset traditional frother Hog-Money celebrations [When they get shitfaced and go out to kill as many pigs as possible in a desperate attempt to of set the bar tab with their standard bonus per ear payment.],

- but close enough that you can review how the year went and be grateful to Mr slayer for all he has allowed you to achieve.

Say about a week before new years eve probably - give or take a few days dependant on culture.


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