"Hey, why do you always get the Malteser selection box?" Dean whined as he eyed up Seth's treat from Zeb. "Because, Dean, I don't know if you've noticed, but whenever a malteser is bitten in half, it looks a lot like my hair." Seth retorted, a smug look upon his bearded features. "That's such a lame excuse.." Dean muttered under his breath. "Now, now, Dean. Uncle Zeb didn't forget about you my angry little elf!" Zeb chuckled to himself at the obvious rivalry between the two men. And with that, Dean's eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store. "Oh boy, oh boy!" He exclaimed bouncing in his seat. "Here ya go, son. Careful though, don't eat them all now. Ya don't wanna be giving yourself a tummy ache!" Zeb set down the large 300g tube of Smarties in Dean's lap. Dean gasped as he picked up the tube, his eyes wide as saucers. "Holy fuck! This is awesome, oh thank you Uncle Zeb!" Seth took serious note of this exchange and leaned over with a frown. "Hey, woah woah woah...how come Dean gets that huge tube of chocolate? And I get a measly selection box?" He tossed the cardboard covered chocolate to the side in a huff. "Because, SETH, I don't know if you've ever noticed, but this GIANT tube of chocolate here is riiiight about the same size as my -"
"WHOOOOO WANTS EGGNOG!?" Antonio exclaimed in a sing-song voice, appearing from the kitchen doorway, cutting Dean off mid sentence. He looked flushed from all his hard work in the kitchen. Before anyone could answer him, the doorbell went. Everyone looked at one another in shock, the guests weren't supposed to be arriving for another hour or so at least.

"Now who in the hell could that be?" Zeb whispered to no one in particular.

"I don't know.."

"You expecting anyone, Zeb?"

"Quick, turn the lights off! Maybe if they think we're not home, they'll go away!"

"And WHY THE FUCK wouldn't anyone be home when Zeb is hosting the party tonight?"

"BECAUSE, it's too fucken' early, SETH!"

"Oh because you're suddenly Mr. Organised, huh DEAN?"

"Least I win championship matches."

"Least I win championship mat-shut the hell up before I make you."

"Bring it, you two-toned dick, I'm right here, whaddya gonna do?"

"GUYS! Please! My pie is burning and this stress isn't helping."

The doorbell rang for a second, and a third time.

"Seriously, who could be at the door?"

Suddenly Roman came charging down the large staircase."Is ANYBODY gonna answer that!?" He growled in annoyance. "Ah, Roman! My big, burely elf. I was just about to y'know but things are getting so crazy around here I just can't keep up with everything! Phew!" Zeb wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead and slumped in the big arm chair, obviously exhausted from the antics of the past half hour. Roman shooted Zeb a small smile in an understanding manner, before narrowing his eyes towards Seth and Dean, who were both sulking over the attitude of one another. "You two better get your shit together. If you even think about ruining this for everyone, I will have you doing shit that no man likes to do. Got that?" Dean and Seth wildy nodded their heads in acceptance. You don't mess with Roman. It's the rules of Masculism. "Hey, uh, is anyone gonna let me in!? I'm freezing mah balls off out here!" Everyones heads whipped towards the door, to which the sound was coming from the other side. The smile on Zeb's face grew as the seconds passed. Could it be? No it couldn't...could it? That sounded like.. no, this was too good to be true. "Roman, open the dang door!" He exlclaimed in excitement. Roman flung the door open, and who was stood on the other side? None other than Zeb's best, and lifelong friend, Aubrey. "Aubrey! You made it! You REALLY made it!" Zeb sprang from his seat ready to greet his best bro, but was suddenly halted in his tracks by the hostality in the air between Aubrey and Roman, sizing each other up.

"Uh..sup, I'm Roman."

"So.. you're a rapist, huh?" Aubrey ignored his introduction and looked him up and down. Roman chuckled nervously. "No sir, no I'm not. See, my friend, Dean..you've heard of him, right? Dean Ambrose. Well anyways, he thought it would be funny to buy this for me last Christmas."

"You have funny friends." Aubrey stared at him with a blank expression, chewing on the cocktail stick between his teeth.

"It was just a joke."

"And you thought you'd make that joke ten-times funnier by actually wearing it?"

"Look, I-"

"Don't 'look' me, boy." Aubrey cut him off not wanting to hear his bullshit excuses. "I have a young daughter, ya know. YOU are the reason I don't let her roam the streets at night. I know your type, I see y'all left right and centre with mah own two eyes."

"This is my first time around the area, man. Sorry. Didn't mean to offend." Roman held up his hand in defence.

"And it better be your last unless you take that dang shirt off. Ya gon' invite me in or what? Mah testicles are like icicles out here."

With the episode of Aubrey and Roman seemingly put to one side, everyone was finally getting along in the Colter household. The decorations were all up, the fire was blasting, and the guys were getting into the Christmas spirit before the party later that evening. Zeb smiled to himself, staring down at the red and gold flashing tinsel draped around his neck. Ain't no Christmas like a Colter Christmas. Suddenly, a wild idea popped into his head to pass the time. "Men! How's about a game of TRUTH or DARE?" His eyes sparkled with mischievousness. Antonio grinned as his shoulders slumped. "Aw, guys, I totally would love that but I have to check my vol au vents!" He scurried out of the lounge to the kitchen, with his pink apron on, ass swaying as he walked. "Damn." Jack eyed up his tag-team partner. "I hate to thee him go, but I lurrrve watsching him leave." Zeb slapped him upside the head. "Put yur tongue away, boy! It's Christmas! Share the love!" "Hey guys, I got a better idea" Dean piped up, snickering. "How about we listen to some Fozzy?"
"AHHHHH NO WAY, THAT SHIT IS BRUTAL! Seth howled.

"A cat scratch.."

"A whiplash.."

"A witch hunt in black.."

"SANDPAPAAAAAAAAAAAA!" The Shield all chorused together.

"HEY, I heard that!" a voice was heard from upstairs.

The men in the room all looked to one another with curious expressions.

"Uh, who let the Jericho in?"