The Christmas lights were flickering on the tree, the table was set, and the house had that familiar scent of freshly cooked food. You were upstairs in your room, making the final touches to your outfit. You weren’t going to miss the chance to bring the most extreme vibe possible. Inspired by Avenged Sevenfold, you had even taken the time to line your eyes with a dark touch, and your hair was extravagant.

"Come down already, dinner is ready!" your dad, Coxon, called from downstairs in his usual calm tone.

You walked down the stairs with full confidence, feeling amazing. However, as soon as you stepped into the living room, Coxon looked you up and down with an expression somewhere between disbelief and resignation.

"Seriously?" he sighed, rubbing his face with one hand. "It's Christmas, not a concert in hell."

You didn't even get a chance to respond before a loud laugh echoed through the room. Damon, your other dad, was casually passing by with a drink in his hand when he suddenly stopped in his tracks at the sight of you and burst into even louder laughter.

"Oh my God! Are you having dinner with us or heading straight to a meet & greet with M. Shadows?"

Coxon sighed again, this time shaking his head as you crossed your arms in indignation.

"You've always been the one with experimental fashion, and I've never said anything… but this is a bit too much, even for you," Coxon added, trying to sound diplomatic.