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Michael is so relieved to see the bar, there are hardly even words. Even more so to see that Christmas is over here - back in Miami, he's had to succumb to his mother's emotional blackmail and so there is an excruciating dinner in progress, all full of false happiness and overcompensation. And just the two of them because Nate is off doing something that no one wants to know the details of.
He normally limits his beer intake. Tonight? Not so much. And he's totally up to talking to people/beings/whatever that are not middle-aged hypochondriac nightmares.