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.