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[how_youknow]

When there's a fairy tale princess in your midst, whose favourite holiday just happens to be Christmas, then you know you're in for something interesting. To say the least

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[silver_maxwell]

"Christ, it looks like a greeting card store exploded in here." Here's Max, looking wry and amused.

[not_wonderwoman]

Bernard is drunk. Of course he is, it's Christmas, and everything is topsy-turvy. People are nice to people they despise, and family are once again seen only to avoid them for the rest of the year.

As he walks into the lobby, he pulls out his sunglasses from a pocket, protecting himself from the excess of cheer.
"Mary mother o'god. I hate Christmas."

[coffeemagic]

Are the Christmas carols a threat or a promise?

Either way, Ianto appears from the kitchen, nursing a cup of warm mulled wine (he's made some for himself and Jack, though there is plenty more available to be shared).

He surveys the decorations; contrary to what one might think, Ianto enjoys Christmas-- even despite the fact the fact that his last one was rather difficult to get through-- and so finally he smiles around a mouthful of wine.

[51stcenturyman]

"That good, Yan?" He asks with a grin.

[coffeemagic]

"Yes," Ianto answers, setting down the wine in question as he does.

Without hesitation he moves forward, wraps his arms around Jack, and closes his eyes. The hug goes on for several seconds too long, but it isn't negative-- rather, it's affectionate and quietly loving.

[51stcenturyman]

The hug... isn't something that normally happens. But he'll take it where he can. He just kisses Ianto softly and hugs him back.

[kommahahagrrr]

It was nice to have a Christmas for once where all the presents weren't labelled 'from Tim to Tim' though it was a bit of a surprise that there was actually something for him.

With childlike delight he literally rips into his, paper going everywhere. Inside of course is a bottle of tequila and another of schnapps. Just the right ingredients for a Mexican Hitler!