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He'd already finished three quarters of the egg nog - the warmth of the milky-creamy concoction was followed by the heat of the alcohol as it descended into his stomach. The familiar floatiness from the liquor in his bloodstream only encouraged him to keep picking at the contents of the platter on the table.
His smartphone quaked; he picked it up. An email from Ms. Piper saying Merry Christmas. He scowled before turning the device off, and instantly took a larger gulp of the nog.
He looked over at the small fibre-optic Xmas tree in the corner of his apartment; as he bit into a slice of venison-filled pie he took sadistic pleasure in imagining the meat came from Rudolph.
Ragnar's announcement wasn't hard to hear; there was no music or chatter to drown out the Space Wolf's voice.
The accountant turned his head towards the door in surprise. "I'm here," Bobby replied with an already slightly-slurred voice. Pleasepleaseplease don't be overflowing with Christmas Fucking Cheer... he hoped as he trudged towards his bedroom to throw on a T-shirt, and then the front door before he turned the knob.
He looked up into Ragnar's face wearing nothing but his light blue boxer shorts and a punk rock tee. He put on a smile but he couldn't force himself to make it too large. "Heya, big guy," he said with a wave as he leaned against the door. "Finished Remy's banquet already?" He tried to push a chuckle out of his mouth but couldn't.
The fumes from the egg nog would've easily been apparently to the Fenrisian's senses. Bobby stepped aside in invitation for the berzerker to come in. "Your present's under the tree," he said. A copy of "God Is Not Great" by Hitch. Sure, not exactly about HIS religion but its close enough.
He barely even noticed the package in Ragnar's own grip.