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seven: make the yuletide gay!

(this takes title of longest chapter now! enjoy!)

Ryan is deeply invested in working on his story when IT happens.

"I don't want a lot for Christmas. There is just one thing I need..."

He perks his head up and looks around. The singing and music are still happening, yet he can't tell who it is coming from.

"I don't care about the presents underneath the Christmas tree!"

There pops another voice, and Ryan is afraid of what is about to come next. He stares at the entrance of the back as a young woman and an older man slowly slide out to the front.

Ashley and Pete.

Ryan groans, shakes his head, and closes his notebook quickly. He stands up and tries to slide out of the counter, but is stopped by another worker.

"Make my wish come true..."

"Josh, no," Ryan says and pushes right past him.

Yet, he collided with a chest. A chest he collided with way too often.

"All I want for Christmas is you!"

"Guys, no! No! We are not doing this! We have custome-!"

Before Ryan could even finish, Dallon wraps an arm around his waist and keeps him trapped against his body. Josh, Ashley, and Pete crowd Ryan and keep holding their imaginary microphones. Ryan groans and slumps against Dallon, too tired to even try and fight his coworkers.

"You guys suck," he mutters.

They all ignore him and continue to sing.

"Make my wish come true! All I want for Christmas is you!"

—

Pete: So, I am going to throw another holiday party at the shop this year!

Patrick: Under my supervision this time.

Pete: It will be way more fun than the Halloween party! There will be cookies, a cake-

Patrick: Under my supervision.

Pete: -games, dancing, karaoke!

Patrick: Under my supervision.

Pete: It is going to be a blast! We'll have so much fun!

Patrick: Under my supervision.

Pete: Under Patrick's supervision.

—

Jon adjusts the collar of his sweater nervously as he and Ryan walk to the shop. His sweater suddenly making him itch, and having him scratch any area he can.

Ryan raises an eyebrow, "Jon."

He looks over, "yes?"

"You don't need to be nervous. You've met everyone."

Jon just pffts.

"Me? Nervous? Never, ever, ever."

Ryan grins and shakes his head at the older man. He grabs Jon's hand, intertwines their fingers, and gives it a tiny squeeze. Jon smiles back at him, all the itches suddenly disappearing under Ryan's touch.