Who: John and Jack What: Drinking until their bells stop jinglingSpreading holiday cheer When: Christmastime Where: Prison Warnings: It's John so there's always a chance of violence, and it's Jack so there's always a chance of sex.
The prison was buzzing with holiday cheer and John was doing his part by avoiding the general population as much as humanly possible.
For the most part he was content at the prison. He'd even come to like and respect some of the fellow inmates. The work was easy the food was decent and Everett not only attracted a wonderful variety of things that needed killing on a regular basis but it also seemed to attract a lovely quantity of top shelf liquor. But that didn't mean John would be donning a Santa hat and singing Christmas carols any time soon.
Christmas was about family and that was something he hadn't had in a very long time and when he did have it it wasn't something out of a Norman Rockwell painting. Salvador Dali or Edvard Munch maybe, but not Rockwell. So out of respect for his new comrades he stuck to raiding trips, sentry shifts and the occasional walkabout. The least he could do was not rain on anyone's parade. There was one person however that was on John's Christmas list. Someone who seemed to be even less in the Christmas spirit than he was.
John grabbed a couple of bottles of vodka from his stash and went in search of his ex. He found him alone in his cell (which made it less of a search and more of an amble). "Ho. Ho. Ho." Holding the bottles by the necks in one hand he swung his upper body into Jack's cell.