Devil's Nest, Monday, 12/17

[bitten_notshy]

About lunchtime, Jack permitted himself one of the benefits of finally being of age and poured himself a finger of good Scotch. He didn't especially like Scotch, but he assumed it was a taste he'd acquire and he intended to start acquiring it.

He was about to take it back to his booth when three tiny reindeer trotted into the club and ... started rubbing against his legs.

They smelled disturbingly like food, was the thing. He forced himself to ignore that as he went to pore over some more thrilling business correspondence that required answers.

The reindeer followed, nestling in around him like cats with antlers.

The Park, Monday Afternoon

[justlurkinghere]

Derek had taken his dog for a walk this afternoon. You know, like a normal person would. Nothing weird or creepy about it.

Until he found himself surrounded by miniature sized reindeer.

This goddamn island.

Puppy Joe was attempting to wrestle one to the ground like the fierce warrior he was. Mostly he just succeeded in chewing on its ear. The reindeer just made a plaintive noise before flopping on the dog for snuggling.

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