Prompt: Egg nog
Pairing: N/A
XI: Egg Nog
Garcia walked up to JJ's desk, leaning against it. "Please oh please tell me you have a sitter for tonight? It's ladies night at my apartment and I stayed up last night making sure everything was perfect."
"Will moved his shifts around, he's not working again until Sunday, so he can watch Henry tonight, and overnight if it turns into one of those ladies nights."
"One of those?" Spencer asked. "Oh, you mean the kind where you tell your poor sitter 'a couple of hours', but then he's up until four o'clock in the morning when you stumble in a wonderful combination of drunk and hungover?"
JJ sighed. "I'm never going to live that one down, am I?"
He shook his head. "Don't count on it."
She turned to Garcia. "I'm going to head home, kiss Henry good night, and then I'll be at your place. Sound good?"
"Fantastic!" She turned to Emily. "What about you? Are we still on?"
"Stopping by my place, making sure Sergio's fed and watered, and I'll be there right after."
"Perfect. I hope you two are ready to get your holiday on." She gave both of them a smile before turning around, walking back to her lair.
JJ pointed after her. "...Get our holiday on?"
Emily shrugged. "With Garcia, I've learned not to ask."
Emily and JJ met up outside of Garcia's apartment building, go-bags over their shoulders.
"So, are you ready to get your holiday on?" Emily asked.
JJ laughed to herself. "It should definitely be interesting."
They took the stairs up and instantly, Garcia's door stuck out. There was a wreath on the front and several sparkly decorations hanging from it. Emily shook her head, reaching out and knocking.
Garcia answered the door, wearing a bright Christmas sweater and her hair done up with red and green ribbons. "Welcome, my little elves." She held the door open, stepping back.
They stepped inside and JJ looked around, eyebrows raised. "You really go all-out for the holidays, don't you?"
She shrugged. "It's a little bit of a present for myself, to separate the job and my personal life. I can come home, see this, and forget all of the stuff I see on my monitors." She closed the door, locking it and taking their go-bags, walking to her room. "Sit, make yourselves comfortable, I'll grab the cocktails."
"...Cocktails? As in plural?"
"As in there's a reason you brought your go-bags," she called from her room, walking to the kitchen.
Garcia walked out a few minutes later, setting down a few drink containers and several glasses.
"What are we having?" Emily asked, sitting up.
"The Poinsettia, which is champagne, cranberry juice, and Cointreau - it's basically deliciousness in a glass. Next we Santa shots, with peppermint schnapps, grenadine, and creme de menthe, and of course a holiday classic."
"Which is?"
"Adult egg nog," she said, picking up the container and pouring herself a glass, taking a sip. "I even made it myself. None of that store-bought crap makes its' way into my house."
JJ poured herself some. "What makes it 'adult'?"
"Bourbon." She saw JJ looking cautious and shook her head. "Just try it, you baby."
JJ rolled her eyes, taking a sip and raising her eyebrows, impressed.
"I'm hurt that you doubted me." She handed a glass to Emily and took a seat between the two of them. Emily sipped it and when she saw her smirk, smiled, turning on the TV. "Alcohol, no work, no commitments, and Christmas specials. Perfect ladies night, no?"
JJ poured another glass before leaning back, taking a sip. "Definitely."
A while later, they'd changed into their pajamas and the three of them were sitting on an air mattress on the living room floor.
"So, holiday ladies' night for a tradition?" Garcia asked, finishing her drink.
JJ nodded. "Definitely. You, Emily?"
Emily looked up from pouring her drink. "That depends, is there going to be this egg nog every year?" Garcia nodded and Emily finished pouring, setting the container on the table. "Then I'm in."
Garcia clapped her hands together. "Perfect. I even have you guys to enjoy my favorite Christmas movies with."
JJ held up a hand. "Next year? We add Love Actually."
Emily raised her hand. "Seconded!"
"It's settled," Garcia said, hitting her fist against the table. "Next year, we kick it off with Love Actually."
The next morning, JJ's phone started ringing at too early o'clock. She whimpered, reaching over blindly and digging through her go-bag. When she finally gripped it, she shut off the ringer, answering it. "Hello?" she mumbled against the pillow.
"Shh," Emily said, covering her ears with her pillow and groaning.
"...Long night?" Will asked.
She blinked a few times, pressing her hand into her forehead and wincing at the sunlight, whimpering. "I hate egg nog."
