(Carl opens the door and walks in, eyes narrow, but a tired grin on his face, as he waves to everyone slightly. "Heyyyyy...Happy New Year everyone. (^_^)" His hair is totally messed up and his eyeliner is faded and smeared, and the smell of rum still resides in his aura. He decides to take a plopdown on the couch nearby and stretches out. "Hm...is there any egg nog left in the fridge?"
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