Alex & OTA/Multiples okay!
Community gatherings were starting to feel like a staple of life in Roswell. As long as his father wasn't around to ruin the atmosphere for Alex and everyone else, Alex was happy to see this becoming a trend. He thought it was important for the displaced people, giving them a sense of community helped build relationships and loyalties.
Dinner hadn't been served yet, but he had a drink as he walked around the community center turned winter wonderland. Alex and her elves had really gone all out. It was impressive, and Alex wasn't easy to impress. He glanced over at the door when someone came in, habit really, and a need to know who was in his immediate area. Grow up trying to stay out of your father's line of sight, and going into the military where you eventually lose half your leg made a guy a bit paranoid at times. He tried to keep it under wraps and it really wasn't out of control, but it was a thing he dealt with.
He glanced at the person nearest him. "This is nice, isn't it? You could almost believe you're in an area that actually has white Christmases."