(happy chrimbo lovelies ♡)

12/24/80

After half a bottle of wine and all the laughter you didn't know you could produce, undoubtedly it was getting late. You kept checking the clock, the minutes passed faster and faster, and yours and John's conversation just wouldn't let up.

It was Christmas eve, and you decided it'd be nice to hang with John, just have a nice little wine-and-chat sort of get-together, he was always magnificent company. But every time you said you should get going, he'd always strike up another chat, and you just kept getting lost in the sauce.

Not only was it getting later, the snow you had to drive through was getting more vicious, and you were growing more nervous about the inevitable trek back home. As John made another joke which undoubtedly made you crack up, he took another sip from his wine glass, that's when you decided to break the silence.

You told him it was getting late and you needed to head home, to which he furrowed his eyebrows.

"But it's snowing really bad out there."

He gestured to the outside with his head, and you agreed. it was very comfortable...you were sitting next to him on his couch, the fireplace roaring... But you shook off the pull to stay, and told him you had to go before it got even worse.

"Oh come on, what's your hurry?"

He gave a tiny eyeroll, then poured more wine in your glass, in which you tried to object, but just let it happen.

It was almost 11:PM, and the snow was practically up to your knees...but you couldn't stay with him, it wasn't appropriate, especially since you were feeling a bit tipsy, and probably shouldn't drive, to add to the ever-growing list of reasons to stay behind. God, you needed to get out of this, but couldn't...it was so cold outside.