Candy canes, candy canes, lick them in a spear and kill your enemies!

[dr_awesome]

Another year, another holiday party Dr. Neil Watts can't get out of. This one is for Sigmund Corp, so he especially can't get out of it. Eva's already e-mailed him to remind him, and he received multiple texts from Roxie to assure him that avoiding this event would mean a slow and very torturous death for him. Something that he's sure she'd just love.

Robert, for his part, casually forwarded the invitation to Neil, like he was concerned Neil hadn't gotten the original message. Freakin' Rob.

So here he is. Wearing an ugly sweater with a menorah stitched on it just to make sure everyone was aware this was extra not his thing. He's pretty sure he'll just stay for an hour, have a drink or two, and then excuse himself on the basis of his 'religious differences', since that's a more acceptable excuse then 'screw holidays let me go home and watch Star Trek'.

He's about five minutes and twenty-three seconds away from that hour guideline. Someone better have a great excuse if they want him to stay longer.

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[momentbymoment]

Christmas is usually a family sort of event for Eva, which is how she manages to actually tolerate and often enjoy it... Until she starts getting grilled about her love life.

This year the office Christmas party was timed such that she couldn't get out of it. So here she is, four wine glasses in, in a reindeer sweater and wool skirt, trying to talk about something that isn't work and failing. At least she managed to actually force Neil to show up. There's no way she was braving this crap all by herself, and his track record for keeping social appointments.

She shouldn't be drinking this much, either. She usually doesn't, she usually has much better self control, but this whole party has been so trying on the nerves... And now here she is, trapped in a conversation with Alistair, and her capacity for acting nice is running so thin. Even being drunk can't mask the smell, and he wont stop telling stories she's already heard before.

She can't see Neil from where she is, but she needs help. She slips out her phone, still mm-hmming along.

code 12. Requesting immediate retrieval. SOS.