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5th Floor Common Room, Christmas Eve

Emma was practically humming as she skipped into the common room, arms laden down with supplies. It was Christmas Eve, her favorite night of the entire year, and she was determined to enjoy it.

She put her favorite Christmas movie on the television, and then set about making herself a large pot of real hot chocolate, with heavy cream and cinnamon, just like Felicia used to make for her. It was one of the few things Emma could cook using a stove, and she enjoyed it.

...Felicia had never added just a biiiit of alcohol, but some traditions were meant to be changed.

But for now she had a blanket, a movie, and her coco, and there was more simmering slowly on the stove if anyone else wanted some. In the spirit of the holiday, Emma might even share...if she liked you.

No one said she was on Santa's 'Nice' list, after all.

[Open CR is open, yup! Christmas Orphans come one, come all...]

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"The king is nailing his son's fiance," she replied cheerfully. "It's wonderfully scandalous."

He wasn't going to stop her from poking, no. Not without a fight.

"Dirty old man," he said, reaching to grasp her wrist with slightly clumsy hands. "Why are you poking me? I knew you couldn't keep your hands off me."

"It's true, you've found me out," she giggled, trying to twist her wrist away. She was three mugs of heavily-spiked coco into the evening, and starting to feel silly. "You're just that irresistible or something. For poking."

And he was about four beers deep and a little more relaxed than usual. It was a good combination!

"I prefer to be the one doing the poking," he said, giving her wrist a tug towards him since there wasn't much space to tug her anywhere else.

"I like your poking," she replied, managing to keep a serious and wide-eyed expression on her face as he pulled her towards him. "That's why I had to try poking you - to see if was as much fun as when you do it."

"It's not, by the way."

"I've got the parts that are perfect for poking," he said grinning lopsidedly. "And you prefer the poking I perform."

Alliterations. Yeah, he was a little drunk.

"I think you're a little bit drunk," Emma informed him, grinning. "Did you start celebrating without me? Now my feelings are hurt."

"I might be a little bit drunk," he confirmed with a nod. "You could always get me a lot drunk, see what I'm like. It's not a true celebration until someone get publicly naked."

Emma wrinkled up her nose at him, totally cutely. "Why does there have to be public naked? Not that I'm objecting to getting you drunk, mind you."

"Because public nakedness is fun," he told her like it was obvious. "And it might happen if you get me drunk enough. I need to drown my brain for awhile."

"I put alcohol in the coco," she informed him seriously. "You can have as much as you like."

"And I would think public nakedness would be cold, especially this time of year. Or are we talking about skinny-dipping in a hot tub? Because I could get behind that idea."

"So, you'd be concerned for my health and well being if I stripped naked right here?" he asked because he didn't think so. "It's warm in the common room and I bet you'd help me out."

"I'd think you were crazy to get naked in the common room, because I have a perfectly good room a few doors down, and no roommate at the moment," Emma pointed out. "Why get naked where people you don't like could wander in at any time?"

"Are you inviting me to your room, Emma?" he asked, smiling a little wider than he usually would. Alcohol was great for that sort of thing. "Just so you can see me naked?"

"No!" she laughed. "I'm offering you my room if you want to get naked, but not until I finish my drink. I worked too hard to make this to just let it go to waste."

"We usually don't sleep in your room," he pointed out, letting the nakedness go for the time being. "Where'd your roommate go?"

"Drop-out," she sulked, making a face. "He went back to outer space. This is the second time one of my roommates has left the school -- I'm starting to think I'm driving them all away."

She'd liked Leonard, darn it. He was gentlemanly and hot, her favorite qualities in a roommate.

"I'm still here. I'll be your roommate." He'd gotten attached to his current one and now he was worrying and he hated that. Hated it. Besides, he suspected she'd do some physical harm to him if they lived together.

He reached for Emma's wrist again and gave it another tug to get her closer to him, enjoying the little drunken game and the needed distraction.

"I do my own laundry and everything," he joked easily.

"If you did my laundry, I might be more interested," she laughed, letting herself be pulled so she could sprawl against him. "But I could give you a trial run tonight, if you think you could convince me."

They'd probably kill each other as roommates. But she could taste the undercurrent of worry and repression, and it was a fun and harmless joke, and she didn't mind bantering with him.

"I thought you found me convincing," he said, slouching a little on the couch after she'd tucked in against him. "Is it different because it's your room and not mine? Mine a little bit of a mess right now."

Damn Griff and his presumed hissy fit. Or something.

"You can usually be convincing." And this was not cuddling, and she'd kick anyone who said otherwise. He was just comfy. "But I don't like messy people; you'll have to promise to pick up after yourself if you're going to be my temporary roommate."

"Room's not messy because of me," he said, shaking his head. "I'm much cleaner than people give me credit for. Though, if you throw my clothes around, you'll have to pick them up."

Yes, that was an assumption. He didn't care.

"Then if you throw mine, you pick them up," she retorted. "Wait, what if we can't remember who threw what later?"

It was a legitimate concern, especially considering that Emma was well on her way to drunken forgetfulness, otherwise she wouldn't be having a conversation this blatant aloud in a common room.

"If we can't remember, then you have to pick them all up since it's your room," he decided with a grin. "You're using me as a pillow, it's the least you could do."

Alex's logic was crap sometimes.

"Or we could just leave them there." Because that would work.

[i fell asleep hardcore last night! apologies!]

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