When Dan woke up he felt completely refreshed. For some reason he'd had a really great sleep, unlike the usual freaky-dream induced insomnia he often suffered from. He tried to remember what he had done last night that allowed this unusual occurrence. Then he remembered the night out with Chris, PJ, and Phil. They had gone out to a local pub, had dinner and gotten a little buzzed. Dan could even remember them deciding not to get a cab, which resulted in the tipsy walk home.
He smiled, thinking of PJ and Phil talking about Pokémon a little too loudly and his own conversation about Guild Wars with Chris. That had gotten home, decided that PJ and Chris should spend the night, and promptly crashed into their corresponding beds and bedrolls and fell asleep.
Probably the fastest I've fallen asleep since moving to the new place. Dan thought as he got out of bed. Sad that it can't be like that every night.
He moved to his dresser, quickly stripped out of his night clothes and put on clean jeans and a Danosaur t-shirt. Then he walked into the bathroom and began straightening his hair. He really did wish that the stupid curls would just stay out of his hair. Stupid unnecessary fuckwads.
Dan padded into the living room, dead set on getting some coffee and toast. When he entered the living room he saw PJ, Chris, and Phil sitting on the carpet and talking animatedly about Sonic. Phil was turning the TV on so they could play while Chris went on about the levels he thought were hardest.
"Hey, look who's finally among the world of the living!" said PJ.
"Yeah, took you long enough," Phil commented. "I think you were drunk last night."
"I wasn't drunk, I was tipsy. Just like you lot." I retorted good naturedly.
"Right; if he had been drunk, a lot more would have happened last night." Chris added.
They all laughed as Chris made a face that was probably supposed to be sexy, but really just made him look constipated. Still chuckling, Dan walked into the kitchen. Noticing the dishes in the sink, he didn't offer anyone breakfast. He simply got his own and sat down at the kitchen table in a chair that allowed him to watch the others play video games.
"What do we have planned today?" He said, with a mouthful of toast.
"I brought a twister mat." PJ replied. "I'd like to make a video of us all playing that."
"He means he wants a foursome on the mat." Chris said slyly.
"How about after we make the video?" Dan offered.
They all laughed again.
"Sounds good." Phil said, and then blushed when he realized how that sounded. "I meant about the video."
"Sure you did." Chris teased.
"I also have an idea for a video, one about all the disasters that happen around Christmas." Dan said, eying the evergreen tree like it was an enemy. "Do you know how many people die or get injured because of trees?"
"Probably a lot." PJ thought aloud.
As Dan finished his toast and coffee, he began scripting the video in his mind. "I'm going to start on my video, just so you know. I'll let you know if I start the filming."
He walked into his room and closed the door. He turned on the fairy lights that were taped to his bed frame and pulled the picture of a nyan cat out from behind his bedside table. He positioned on top of the night stand so it was facing the camera. After a second of deliberation he put on a green and red Christmas jumper. He called out the door that he was starting, hoping that his friends wouldn't decide to yell and ruin his takes. Then he sat down in his rolling chair, pulled himself up to his camera and pressed on.
"Hey internet!" He clapped his hands together. "So, it's Christmas."
A/N: Yes, I know the epilogue is short, but this is all that needed to be said. If you'd like to yell at me for implying that Dan and Phil are the creations of an assassin society… well… you can. I won't stop you… but come on! Isn't it cool to think that everything you know about them is wrong? No? Oh well.