A/N: Christmas Eve drabble.

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It takes several drinks to say what's on his mind.

"It was the best night of my life," he says. She doesn't have to ask what he's referring to.

"Mine too," she says, but there's an edge to it, like it wasn't worth what followed.

"I know I messed up," he blurts. "But can't we just start over? Pretend we've just met?"

She smiles sadly and looks away. "No, I don't think we can. But just for tonight, I'll be Lexie."

"Fine. Then I'll be Adam."

"Nice to meet you, Adam."

They clink glasses and she finally smiles at him.