Chrisker One-Shots

Thrill Me

"I really need a cigarette."

Chris Redfield leaned awkwardly against his desk, watching as complete and utter carnage unfolded in front of him. "Yep..." he muttered, just about managing to pour himself yet another shot of tequila, "Whoever thought of this needs to be dragged out in to the streets and shot."

Chris had witnessed many a thing in his lifetime. His brief stint in the U.S. Airforce had opened his eyes to a few things, and a year long career in being one of the elite S.T.A.R.S members did not come without its fair share of drama. But nothing had ever prepared him for the chaos that could come from an office Christmas party. Held in the cramped S.T.A.R.S. office of all places. His eyes followed his once respected friends and colleagues dissipated in to drunken idiots against a repeat blast of Elvis Presley;s "Blue Christmas" from the staff tape recorder.

"Hey Chris!" called Joseph, shimmying up to him with a wide smile on his face and a martini glass in his hand, "whassup man, lighten up a little! It's CHRISTMAAAS!"

"So it is, Joseph," he replied morosely, before downing his tequila swiftly. "So it is."

"What's up with that face, Redfield? You look like someone's just died..."

"My parents died at Christmas, " he said simply, looking Joseph square in the eye. "Car crash.."

Joseph's eyebrows furrowed, and tried to read the expression on Chris's face. Finally, broke in to nervous laughter.

"So funny man!" he grinned, and patted his comrade on the shoulder clumsily. "You're so witty!"

"Yeah," Chris answered, unsmiling, "I suppose I am."

A loud crash from the other side of the office diverted the two men's attention .

"Oh look" guess Forrest has blown it again with the ladies," Joseph remarked.

Sure enough, Forrest was being repeatedly pushed around by the new medic Sue.

"Not another one.." Chris groaned, as a pretty pink cocktail was slowly poured over Forrest's beautiful head.

"Guess Wesker'll have to recruit a new medic," Joseph whistled, as Sue stamped out of the office, Forrest and Kenneth chasing after her.

"No doubt about it," agreed Barry,, who seemed to appear out of nowhere wearing a Santa hat.

"Hey Barry." said Joseph politely, already looking bored.

"Chris," his old partner said, a quiver evident in his voice., "I think I've finally blown it with Kathy."

"I'm gonna get another drink," Joseph announced, fleeing the scene. Chris sighed audibly,

"Barry, what have you done this time?"

Barry' shuffled uncomfortably. "I don't want to burden you unnecessarily, Chris, not when it's Christmas, y'know? But I think Kathy is sick of all of this. The late nights, the drug raids, me not being there for her and the girls. Oh my GOD Chris, I think this is really it!"

Chris grimaced, and took Barry's empty whiskey glass from Barry's hands. "That's why she didn't turn up to the party, huh?"

Barry's eyes moistened. "She's given me an ultimatum. It S.T.A.R.S. or her and the girls. I can't do this anymore Chris. I need to talk to Wesker. My family are everything to me."

"Barry-"

"Yeah, Chris. Forget it. Sorry to bother you/. Look, I'm gonna call a cab, I'm just putting a dampener on everyone."

"Really, you can't make this party any worse than it already is." Chris insisted in utter sincerity. "Ed was on to something when he decided to give this a miss."