This is my way of saying Merry Christmas, Chic!
Eiris Hale sat on the couch in her boyfriend's family room. It was nine PM, exactly three hours from midnight; December 24th. The Hennigans were socializing and being merry. Drinking, talking, laughing, dancing; waiting for Christmas to arrive.
…well except for John.
He had his head resting on his girlfriend's lap, his medium length hair sprawled out all over his hair and face. Eiris noticed this and brushed the hair out of his face, admiring his features. God he was cute when he slept.
John's mother broke her concentration as she walked up to her, a glass of red wine in one hand, a shot of vodka in the other.
"Would you like a glass of wine, sweetheart?" she offered. "We open gifts at midnight. It'll make the wait seem shorter.
By getting hammered? Not likely. Eiris knew her alcohol tolerance very well, and a glass of wine would just about destroy her.
"No, thank you. A glass of champagne would be nice, though."
That would only do her half in.
Three Hours Later
It was midnight, John was still sleeping, and Eiris had three glasses of champagne. Surprisingly, it didn't seem to affect her as much as she expected it to.
"It's midnight, grandma!" John's six year old nephew, Joshua, ran down the stairs. "Presents! Let me at 'em!"
His brother, Kevin, held him back. "We have to wait 'til Uncle Johnny wakes up."
The child, not to be deterred, stalked over to his uncle and began tugging on his hair, causing Eiris to laugh.
Joshua began to whine. "Wake up, Uncle Johnny!"
John stirred, blinking furiously at the all too bright lights. "What?"
"Presents!" the six year old jumped up and down excitedly.
Eiris laughed, but stopped abruptly. She felt something warm and… wet on her lap.
"Ew," she thought.
Looking straight ahead, she spoke. "John, sit up."
John sat up, and the warm spot instantly became cold due to the air hitting it. She didn't need to look down to know what had transpired.
"You don't snore, you don't sleep wild, and yet you manage to drool on my thigh?" she asked, a grimace crossing her face.
The brunette man grinned sheepishly at his girlfriend. "Sorry."
"I want a new skirt."
"Why?" he questioned.
Eiris rolled her eyes. "Because the part you drooled on was satin. That's impossible to clean!"
John smirked. "You know that's polyester."
Eiris' jaw dropped. "I'm allergic to polyester."
"Yeah well," John shrugged and pulled a small box out of his pocket. "That should cover it."
Eiris looked at her boyfriend strangely before slowly (more like cautiously) unwrapping the present, finding a velvet box. She opened it to find… a platinum ring with quite frankly one of the biggest diamonds she'd ever seen in her life. But nonetheless:
"You think a ring is going to pay for my six hundred dollar skirt?"
John looked at her with a stupid grin on his face. "You didn't read the engraving."
Eiris' eyes flickered down to the ring, and she studied of the object while reading aloud. "Will you…"
She didn't get to finish it, particularly because she was running around the house screaming.
John laughed a bit as she came back to him, tears streaming down her face. "So am I off the hook?"
Eiris admired the ring. "I'm sorry, what?"
John laughed. "I said am I off the hook?"
Eiris looked up at him and grinned. "I didn't like this skirt anyway."