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]

Her phone vibrates and Eva sees the preview of the message when she glances at it, and relief floods her bones. Hopefully Neil will actually be smooth about it for once, but even if he isn't as long as she gets away, really.

Sorry, Alistair, she really doesn't care. And you #%&*$ stink.

Before she knows it there's an arm around her shoulders and the very distinct presence of Neil, making some excuse for her about paperwork, and dragging her away. After the curse that is Alistair, the familiar and normal smell of Neil is a huge relief. Enough for her to almost enjoy it. Gross. Then again, she can even tell he got his suit drycleaned recently, and that's a nice smell.

"I wasn't trying to be nice this time he just sort of cornered me." She sighs and rubs the bridge of her nose. "I'm so done with this party already..." She mumbles.

[dr_awesome]

"Well, that makes two of us." Neil chuckles dryly. "Do you wanna bail with me?"

But he glances at her wine glass and hums, considering. Sigmund definitely isn't cheap with these parties, and usually go all out with the booze. Eva probably wouldn't appreciate having to dumb half a glass.

"Or I guess we could stay while you polish off your drink. I might get something too."

Not like he really should be getting into the booze but... well, he can get a taxi if he has to. What's one drink going to do?