Chapter nine
The record began playing in the jukebox, bringing a nice festive touch with the lovely Christmas music. The doorbell buzzed and then Micky happily bounded over to the door to open it.
"Mick, wait! It could be Mr. Babbit coming to collect the rent." Said Mike
"Well if it is I'll tell him to stick a candy cane up his ass and have a Merry Christmas."
"You say that every year, Micky, but so far you haven't said it to him."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah whatever man."
Micky grinned and opened the door. He was immediately greeted by two things at the same time; a puff a familiarly fragrant smoke and two laughing guys. He stepped back, laughing as well, and allowed the two guys to come inside.
"Hey heeeeeeeeeeyyyy! It's The Monkees!" Brownie said before taking a hit from his lit joint
Tulip grinned and handed Micky a bong that had a red bow on top of it. "For all four of you. Merry Fucking Christmas." He laughed
"Oh wow." Micky held a hand on the side of his face and spoke in a stage whisper "I wonder what it could be."
"I bet it's a new car." Peter joked
"Maybe it's a pony!" Added Davy, gleefully
"Of course you would like that, Davy." said Mike. "But I think it's a goldfish."
"A goldfish? Mike, are you crazy? It's obviously a set of encyclopedias." Micky brought the bong over to the other three guys and then all four of them took the bow off of it together. "Oh! Well would you look at that! I guess we were way off."
"But you have to admit that this is better than that other stuff. Right?" Tulip asked with a laugh
"We should try it out as soon as Trixie and August get here." Brownie added. "Y'know, to see if it works."
"Oh of course, of course!" said Mike. "You gotta see if it works. Good thinking."
They all began to laugh for a moment before the doorbell buzzed. It buzzed repeatedly even as Mike opened the door. Standing there smiling and pressing the button to the doorbell was Trixie. Mike couldn't help but to smile over her child-like cuteness. She continued pressing the doorbell knowing that Mike found it amusing.
"Ok enough of that now, little missy." He said with a slight laugh as he took her finger away from the doorbell. "We don't need it wearing out because we need to know when Mr. Babbit is coming to collect the rent. That way we have time to hide."
"Aw you sure know how to spoil a girl's fun."
She walked past him and then greeted the other guys. Mike was about to close the door when someone else walked up to it. With a grin, Mike silently waved the guy inside.
"Ho, ho, ho everybody!" August greeted, peeking out from under his Santa hat. "They call me Santa Lauer. And now everyone can be Santa." He walked around the room, placing a Santa hat upon the head of each person he passed. "Micky," He grinned at him. "I got you an extra large hat to accommodate for your hair."
Micky gave him a "you're kidding me" smirk "Gee thanks a lot."
"Oh I'm only kidding, Mick." August flipped the white puff ball to the other side of Micky's hat. "Oh and if you'll all notice, I had your hats monogrammed with your first and last initials."
"Far out!" Brownie took his hat off to look at it. "Hey man you forgot to monogram mine. All's on there is a picture of a square piece of shit."
"Lemme see that." Tulip took the hat and looked at it. "I think it's supposed to be a brownie." He laughed, tossing the hat hack to him
"And you got a pretty little flower on yours."
"A tulip?"
"Yeah how'd you know?"
They looked at August a little confused. August shrugged his shoulders.
"I couldn't remember your real names so I had pictures put on to represent your nicknames."
"Well my nickname ain't square shit."
"Be great if it was." Tulip replied, resulting in Brownie flipping him off
A loud bout of laughter washed over every one in the room. In the midst of the laughter someone suggested that this was a great time to try out the new bong that was given to The Monkees. As the smoke filled the room everything mellowed out nicely. After a little while alcohol also joined the mix of things. This certainly helped to brighten their already bright spirits.
Some time during the evening they sat on the floor to play a very special Christmas version of truth or dare. Part way through the game Micky pulled Trixie onto his lap and held her there, daring her not to get up. He made this dare even though it wasn't either of their turns. Other highlights of the game included August having to make out with Mr. Schneider under the mistletoe, Davy being dared to put on Mike's hat and doing an elf dance around the room, and Mike being forced to tell a deep dark secret about something embarrassing that happened to him as a kid.
The truth or dare game somehow turned into a drinking game where they made up the rules as they went along. It was a lot like truth or dare but without the truth part and with more hilarious alcohol-fueled antics. The funniest part of that game was the fact that every time someone said Trixie's name, Peter had to say "Merry Christmas" in what they called a duck voice.
Other activities of the night that took place were just at memorable for all of them. Tulip and Brownie had fun with passing around the "square shit hat" to other people in the room. They said that whoever got the hat from one of them would get a shotgun hit during one of the many times they were all smoking together. August, at one point, had disappeared on the rest of them. When he returned through the glass balcony doors, he was soaking wet and naked. While drying off and putting his clothes back on he explained how he had the sudden urge to jump into the ocean in the nude. The only ones who didn't think this was a strange occurrence for August were the other three Nuggets. They had been used to August doing crazy things on the spur of the moment, so they only shrugged this off while The Monkees were left confused.
As the night was beginning to wind down, the guys noticed Davy starting to hang around Trixie. Thinking that it was kind of cute, she allowed Davy to hit on her a little bit. At one point he had cornered her across the room near the mistletoe. The other guys hung back and watched as he was trying to put the moves on her. They just had to see if he was going to manage to get her under the mistletoe in order to score a kiss from her. However, this moment never took place despite all the opportunities that came along.
"So Trixie, I was thinking that we're young, attractive and single. And we have fun with each other, right?"
"Well yeah we do, Davy."
"So 'ow would you like to go out on a date with me some time?"
Trixie let out a small laugh "You're real sweet. But I'm going to have to pass. I have too much self respect to become another mark in your little black book." She grinned and patted him on the head before walking away.
Since this was the first time that anyone had witnessed Davy get turned down for a date by a girl, the guys burst out into a bout of laughter. The laughter didn't last very long, however, and they all returned to their Christmas Eve activities like nothing happened. But Davy knew that the guys weren't going to let him forget about this moment.
The night soon gave away into the very early hours of the morning. No one in the house had the desire to get some sleep because they were still very much interested with their celebration. There was just one thing that they wanted to do to bring their Christmas Eve to an official end and to welcome Christmas morning.
Trixie was the one who actually made the decision that they all should sit on the roof together and watch for Santa's sleigh go across the sky. She had made hot chocolate for every one and they all bundled up in their coats and Santa hats. Mike had suggested that the best way to get to the roof was through the window in his and Micky's room. They all climbed out the window, pulling themselves up onto the roof. Peter was the last one out the window so he could hand everyone their mugs of hot chocolate. Once they were all on the roof they sat next to each other in a row. Then with their mugs in hand, they pointed themselves where they would have a great view of the sun coming up. They clunk their mugs together, making cheers "to Santa Claus" and then looked towards the still darkened morning sky.