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Fourth Floor Common Room, evening

Isabel feels a bit silly because she can't remember what floor the coffee bar is supposed to be on. Because it's close to the remaining gifts she still needs to give out to anyone that won't be around for Christmas Day, she goes with the Fourth Floor.

There's an assortment of baked goods and lots of caffiene for anyone still studying. How the Grump Stole the Holidays is playing on the TV and there are more Christmas classics to follow.

[open of course. ~~I'm just AFK for about 30 minutes or so~~ Back!]

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Dean glanced around the room just in case he missed some. "Not that I can see, not in here anyway."

"I'll be on the lookout for some," Alec decided with a nod.

"Oh and there's the whole Santa Claus thing," Dean added.

"Santa Claus thing?" Alec cocked an eyebrow. "He brings presents or something, right?"

"Yeah. You hang your stocking by the fireplace or on a bedpost if you don't have a fireplace Christmas Eve and when you wake up Christmas morning it'll be full of little goodies. And other pressies will have been left too." Dean shrugged. "He's not really real though. It's all a giant conspiracy. Parents put the gifts out 'from Santa' after the kids have gone to bed."

"Oh." Alec frowned slightly. "At least I won't be disappointed, I guess."

"Hey." Dean nudged him. "You'll want to get a stocking."

Alec's eyes widened and he grinned. "Okay. Where should I put it?"

"The bedpost in my room?" Dean suggested. "If I can talk you into staying over."

Frowning again, Alec considered it. "Maybe."

Dean rolled his eyes a little. "How long you going to keep avoiding hanging with me because of Hunter?"

"I'm hanging with you right now," Alec pointed out, strategically avoiding the question.

"There's hanging and there's hanging," Dean said.

"I just don't want to be around it," Alec said, looking down and brushing away imaginary cookie crumbs.

"Him," Dean corrected without any heat. "And really, do you want to not be around Hunter more than you want to hang with me?"

Alec shrugged. "You didn't ever give me much of a choice."

"Hunter didn't give me that much of a choice either," Dean said with a shrug of his own. "Things happen. But look, you're my best friend. And that trumps a kitten in everything but feeding of catfood and throwing paper balls. Although I suppose if you really wanted me to, I could throw paper balls for you to chase too..."

Half-glaring at Dean, Alec shifted somewhat. "No. I just..." Trailing off, he shrugged again, scowling at having to put it into words.

"I know," Dean said not unkindly. "He still takes some of my attention. But that doesn't mean I want to give you attention any less."

Alec ran a hand through his hair, not quite willing to give in so quickly, though it wass hard to hold out when Dean explained things like that. "I know. Still doesn't mean I have to like it."

"Well, can you not like it while sleeping over?" Dean asked, just a little plaintively. "It'll make this whole Christmas thing easier to arrange."

Sighing, Alec nodded. "Fine. For Christmas."

Dean grinned widely. "Great. It'll be worth it, promise."

Alec pouted a little, though most of his annoyance was wearing off. "It better be."

"Dude, when have I ever let you down?"

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