Day 7 of Ficlet Series
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Bobby's idea of holiday decorating was a wreath on the front door and a tiny tree on the coffee table in the living room that had a little star on top. He didn't see the need to go all out, like a certain archangel and cover the house in fake snow,blinking lights and mistletoe galore. He was currently sitting at his desk, a beer to one side as he flipped through a text scribbling down notes as he reached for the beer but all hishand met was glass. He looked up and groaned when he found in place of the glass bottle and a glass of what looked to be high end scotch. "You know I don't like beer breath, love." Bobby didn't look up. He grumbled and turned his attention back to his book, leaving the scotch untouched. "Yeah, well 1: wasn't expectin' ya and 2: get over it and stop messin' with my alcohol dammit." Without looking he knew that the demon was rolling his eyes as he tutted. "Come now Robert, I'm here every night and no I won't have you rot your liver with that filth." Crowley made his way to the desk and leaned over Bobby's shoulder eyes flicking through the text before he grabbed the glass off the desk and drank it himself. He took a moment to look around and chuckled. "Wow, I must commend you on your ah…attempt at holiday cheer. Really it's just so….cheerful." He finished sarcastically as he messed with the flimsy tree on the table. Bobby gave him a scathing glare. "What are you? Christmas décor police? Gonna arrest me for not having a miles worth of blinking lights all over the house?" Crowley smirked, his eyebrow raising, "You of all people should know I keep the handcuffs for the bedroom only," he chuckled as Bobby's face flushed. "Anyways. I'm not a fan of the tacky brightness of today either, but there are other options. It's depressing really to not be a little festive." Bobby went to protest but sighed as in the place of the small tree on the table there now resided a poinsettia table setting. In the corner now stood a simple tree with blue and gold ornaments. A gold star rested at the top. In all the windows were little poinsettia settings, like the one of the table, but with candles. "Now that's not so bad is it?" Bobby huffed, "No. I guess not." "That's what I thought, now how about a late dinner then you and I go to bed?" Crowley asked, heading to the kitchen after leaving a light kiss on Bobby's temple. Bobby sat in his seat for a moment longer before smiling softly and getting up. It wouldn't be till the next day that he would find the mistletoe hanging in random spots throughout the house, which led to Crowley popping up every time he would pass under one. He attempted to take them down, but for every one he took down another would replace it somewhere else in the house, so he gave up. Not that he really minded.