Christmas in Nevada

"No, NO HANK! That's the wrong way!"

"I know what I'm doing!" Hank snapped back at 2Bdamned, who was trying to boss him around.

Hanging decorations up for Christmas was new for them team, they never celebrated anything before, and Christmas was definitely not one they had heard of before. It required kindness, cheer, and a lot of colors.

On this particular cold Nevadan night, Hank and 2B were trying to set up some kind of Christmas lights. Deimos and Sanford had gone and gotten them, then went out again to do something else, so the two of them were left to set them up, arguing like an old couple.

"Hank, put the nail on the LEFT god damn you!" 2BDamned ordered, pointing to the side of the door frame there were adding lights too, holding a box of nails.

Hank grumbled, moving his hand over and hammering the nail in with a quick push of his palm.

"Anything else, mister bossy?" Hank sneered, tired of taking orders for his friend.

"Yes," 2BDamned stated unsurprisingly. "Can you put a few more over the frame of the front door?" He handed Hank seven more nails in his large palm.

He sighed hugely, stepping of the small foot ladder and walking to the front door to place the nails.

2BDamned stepped up onto the stool, stringing up the lights the best his mildly small figure could. He wasn't as tall as Hank, so he struggled to reach the nails a bit. He threw the lights up over the nails, securing them, before getting off the ladder and folding it up. He looked at the lights for a moment, considering if they needed anything else.

Hank decided to take it upon himself to hang up the other lights above the entrance door, but ended up stapling the whole upper half of the door frame trying to get them to stay.

2BDamned walked into the room Hank was in and fell silent. Hank turned around like a spooked child at shrugged, staples coating the door frames upper half.

"Hank you can hardly even...see...the lights...." Damned said, loosely trying to gesture to the mess on the wall, limply letting his arm hang. "What did you do..." He asked, putting his hand to his face.

"Stapled it to get it to stay. Didn't you do the same?" Hank stated flatly, tossing the stapler in his hands.

"Not like this! I used two staples, Hank! Two of them!!" 2B yelled at him, agitated. "Now we're going to have a bunch of holes in our walls because of you when we take these down!"

He growled angrily, putting the ladder up again and beginning to pull most the staples out from the wall. His hair kept flopping in front of his eyes, forcing him to keep blowing it out of his eyes. 2BDamned worked on the staples for around ten minutes before shaking his hands in pain and stepping down.

"This is your fault Hank," He grumbled to himself, running his hands under cold water to try to get them to stop stinging from pulling the staples out.

Hank was sitting in the living room, putting something in his mouth. It crunched like glass when he closed his mouth and chewed. He liked the feeling of it and started putting more ornaments in his mouth. By his third one though, he had gotten caught again.

"Hank!!!! NO!!!" 2BDamned shouted at him, running over, taking the ornaments out of his hands. He pried his jaw open and started taking all the glass shards he could see out of his mouth, getting covered in spit. "Yuck.."

"Bugt I libked fa glabss," Hank said around Doc's hand in his mouth. "Ibt tabsted goob,"

"That's a terrible idea eating glass and you know it. I've told you so many times not to eat stuff like this. Why can't we just have a normal holiday for once, Wimbleton?"