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Will and Robbie's annual Christmas fête is always a hit, but this year it's especially kickass. Practically everybody they know - and some they don't - is there, and the downstairs neighbors have been banging on their ceiling all night threatening to call the cops. But as long as the keg keeps flowing (thanks to Will) and the snacks keep coming (courtesy of the long-suffering pizza guy), this party is going to go on through the new year.

Robbie - who is more than a little trashed, but more fun for it - makes his way through the crowd of people dancing and talking (more yelling, really, over the volume of the music) in his living room, looking for some more familiar faces. Or at least someone to drunk hug. He drains the rest of his solo cup and chucks it over his shoulder, his cheeks flushed and a slightly drowsy grin on his face. His eyes scan the crowd and his grin widens when he sees a friend. "MUCH," he yells over the pounding bass, flinging his arms around the small, skinny boy.

"Hi Robbie," Much squeaks, spilling half of his own beer on himself when Robbie crushes him to his chest. "Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas!" Robbie says, pulling back and leaning against the wall in the hallway they're situated in. "Are you having a good time?"

"Mmhm!" Much says, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet, hardly fazed by the beer soaking through his too-big sweater. "Your house looks very Christmas-y."

"I love Christmas," Robbie says, looking around the walls. Something catches his eye just above the two of them, and he laughs. "Look, Much! Mistletoe!"

Much looks up. "Wha--"

But it's too late. Robbie grabs Much's face, leans in, and plants a wet one right on his mouth.

"ROBBIE!" somebody shouts, and Robbie kisses off, wiping his mouth and looking to his left. It's Will, and he's looking pretty furious, shoving people aside to reach his cousin and his boyfriend.

"William!" Robbie says, a sheepish grin on his face. He turns back to Much. "Merry Christmas, Much. Ta!"

And with that, he flees to the safety of the bathroom, the only room in the apartment with a lock on the door.