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 Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2015 9:57 pm
"What? Naw yer plenty good. Tons a' girls would throw themselves at yer feet jus' t'get a little stompin'." Even now she sometimes got the curious onlooker eyeing him up, to which Chel would always feel a little bit prouder for. Maybe Jack didn't notice these things, but Chel did.
Mine mine mine.
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2015 10:04 pm
Jack didn't look convinced, though it was hard to tell that given he was now comfortable in that nook in her neck. "I don't know what rosy glasses you've been wearing, but you're the one who's had suitor options all this time. Hell, you already admitted about Abbi."
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2015 10:08 pm
"People t'sleep with ain't the same as people you marry." And Chel knew that now. "And Abbi said no."
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2015 10:18 pm
"Her loss," he purred. "I'll rub it in at the wedding." Like it was any sort of threat at all, given how much the girl had shipped them from the beginning. It was Jack's way of joking.
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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2015 11:10 pm
Christmas began with an alarm clock and that was a shitty way to begin any Christmas. What had been a wonderful night with a lot of booze, Jack impersonating Jack and other kinds of forest exploration had now been turned into a bleary long moan of disaster.
(Chel really hated alarm clocks).
She had to set at least three because she knew the first one wouldn't wake her up, the second one would be ignored because the mistletoe was being abused and the third one would be when she'd finally leave.
The day was long and horrible, but the occasional text reminder made it better and the anticipation of presents and Christmas kept her going. Chris even stopped by in his stupid outfit because he had gotten the day off and needed to rub it in her face.
(He was also a good cousin and knew when to keep her company).
Finally, finally she clocked out and with a "Merry Christmas man, have a good ********' night," to the archive manager on duty (who seemed all too happy to have to work Christmas, poor guy had been through some s**t) she eventually got to run home.
What she arrived home to was a doorway that didn't smell all that bad. "Hey Skellington, I'm home!" she called, though as she kicked off her boots in the front doorway she was sure Jack didn't need the announcement.
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2015 5:28 pm
...zing in my skull
Will it let me be? I cannot tell
There are so many things I cannot grasp
When I think I've got it, and then at last
Through my bony fingers it does slip
Like a snowflake in a fiery grip
She came home to an apropos-timing iPod and, judging by the volume of his singing voice, either a strangely merry or an at least toasty Jack. He had the sense to not do so until the food was almost finished at the very least if it was the latter, and he had been very meticulous about following Chel's instructions, however scrambled texting made them.
Several more lines in, the timer began to ring, and he turned the stove knob to off. "Hey!" he called. "How went your shift?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2015 8:28 pm
"Horrible 'cause nobody wants t'work on ********' Christmas," she said, trailing into the kitchen. She pulled his shoulder down for a short hello kiss and then announced, "Smells good in here!"
(Actually the potatoes looked a bit lumpy and the green beans were a touch soggy but she was proud of him for finishing and too tired to complain about a good meal).
"You need any more help?"
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2015 8:35 pm
"Nah." He attempted to drag the kiss out a little longer than necessary and then gestured for Chel to sit. "You relax, babe. I got this handled."
What does it mean? Jack Skellington chimed in. What does it mean?
"You want some eggnog?" he asked. "I made it a little stronger for the holiday season."
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2015 8:39 pm
"One day and he thinks hes a master chef," she said with a roll of her eyes.
She moved across the room to one of the stools at the counter. Chel was a little afraid of his eggnog but said, "Yeah pour me some of that s**t." How could she deny his fun?
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2015 8:54 pm
"Excuse me for having some fun while you're out."
Two glasses were put out, his having been used already, and Jack poured them a healthy amount of his concoction. The smell was clear: he had used more rum than the recipe needed, though this was a purposeful decision.
He lowered the volume on his iPod. "You hungry? Everything's just about done now."
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Posted: Sun Dec 27, 2015 9:04 pm
Chel would never, under any circumstance, deny a little too much alcohol in the recipe. She did raise an eyebrow at him as it poured though- Ahh, so that's how it is?
"Hell yeah. You get plates, I'll cut the turkey up." Truthfully she'd only carved a turkey once before, but how hard could it be? One swig of eggnog and she was prepared to try anyways.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2015 7:50 am
Dinner proved to be a messy but fun affair as Jack substituted his shuffled playlist to something more festive, a possible testament to Chel's upbeat influence about the holiday, or at the very least an attempt to be the best part of said day. It was also clear that Jack grew a little more hands on when he allowed himself to relax, which became most evident when they found themselves on the couch.
"I don't know what to get you," he admitted. "Sort of hard to follow up after a ring."
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2015 11:13 am
Chel was still nursing her drink and finishing off part of her (lumpy) mashed potatoes when he spoke up. She had her butt pressed against the side of his thighs with her legs draped over his lap; cozy and intimate without being squashed on top of one another.
"Naw you don't have t'get my nothin'," she told him earnestly, looking at said ring with a smile. "s**t's tight right now s'no problem."
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2015 11:21 am
Jack took a sip of his drink and gave her a look. "Yeah? S'at mean you didn't get me anything either?" he asked.
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Posted: Mon Dec 28, 2015 11:22 am
"'Course not."
Chel took a sip of her own drink.
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