Ishtar

Ever wanting to be a good guest, Ishtar had brought a little something to the party. And that something was a big ol' bottle of vodka, with two egg yolks whisked in. If asked, Ishtar would proudly reply that she had brought "Russian eggnog! Perfect for wrestlers to get drunk with, and get their daily protein fill at the same time."
Ishtar gave a couple quick knocks on the door to announce her presence before coming inside. But when she opened the door, she felt it hit something, which Ishtar knew to most likely be someone. Thankfully Ishtar didn't put much of her incredible strength into pushing open a door, but she still was ready to apologize, "Oh! Sorry, I did- what the hell?" But Ishtar was cut off when she looked inside the house and saw a lot of nervous, quiet people trying not to look at somebody who was cleaning up fried chicken from the ceiling.
Ishtar turned and saw the girl she bumped with the door. She didn't recognize her. She was a small, black haired girl in a Christmas themed school uniform. She quietly asked her, "Hey, what just happened here? I'm starting to think bringing alcohol might have been a mistake." Looking around, Ishtar saw that like the girl she'd bumped into, most people here had Christmas themed outfits. Ishtar did as well, but it was on underneath her sweater and pants. It wasn't something she could just show up in, but she was certainly looking for an excuse to show it off.
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