There's a calendar on Jan's communicator that is dedicated entirely to keeping track of the passage of time on Earth because there are a few things he always makes sure to fly back for if he gets the opportunity: one, Valentine's Day (people are desperate), two, Christmas (it's just pretty), and three, Halloween, because-- well. Because it's Halloween. People are slutty on main and no one bats an eye and who is he to deny himself being one of them?
The city he's chosen this year has shut down a three-block-long stretch of road so that people wander from business to business (read: bar to bar) without having to worry about getting mowed down by a car because they're maybe slightly inebriated. Jan's found himself a hilariously inappropriate ~sexy spaceman~ costume to wear, complete with a pair of shiny silver shorts and a cropped "space jacket". It's so stupid and Jan laughs every time he sees himself reflected in a window.
His butt looks good, though.
Bottle of pumpkin spice liqueur clutched in his hand, Jan marches up to the first person he sees who doesn't look otherwise wholly occupied and taps them on the shoulder before lifting the bottle when they turn. "Cheers?"
Janus 🚀
The city he's chosen this year has shut down a three-block-long stretch of road so that people wander from business to business (read: bar to bar) without having to worry about getting mowed down by a car because they're maybe slightly inebriated. Jan's found himself a hilariously inappropriate ~sexy spaceman~ costume to wear, complete with a pair of shiny silver shorts and a cropped "space jacket". It's so stupid and Jan laughs every time he sees himself reflected in a window.
His butt looks good, though.
Bottle of pumpkin spice liqueur clutched in his hand, Jan marches up to the first person he sees who doesn't look otherwise wholly occupied and taps them on the shoulder before lifting the bottle when they turn. "Cheers?"