A/N: Sorry it's short! I like holidays, I'll be doing them more and more. To make up for this short one, I'll be posting today again, I swear.

Thank you to:

Spread My Wings and Soar

I-HATE-HAPPY-PEOPLE

DarkLove9

I woke up to light shining in my face. Who the hell had opened the curtains? I fumbled around, trying to find my pillow to cover my face. "No! Get up!" a voice said.

I barely had time to register it was Fang. "Uhh?" I grunted, reaching for him, but he threw the pillow into the hallway. I stretched slowly, taking my time, until Fang plopped something on my face.

It was soft, thin and green. It was a t-shirt. I lifted it up, and saw written on the front, in sparkly dark green letters, Kiss me I'm Irish. "You're wearing that!" Fang called from somewhere outside.

Happy St. Patty's, Max. "No," I mumbled, still trying to fall back asleep. "I have ways," Fang whispered scarily. I rolled my eyes and dragged myself out of bed. I pulled on a black long-sleeved shirt and jeans.

Fang suddenly ran in, closed the door and tackled me. He was pulling the shirt over my head. He pulled it down until it was acceptably on.

"No," I said, glaring at him. He looked at me and I tried to block the persuasion rays. "Please?" he asked, stepping closer.

I wavered. "Fine," I finally sighed. He has mind-controlling powers, I swear. I dragged myself downstairs. The flock was downstairs, all wearing green.

Nudge raised an eyebrow when she saw what I was wearing but I waved her off with a moody "Don't ask."

Angel giggled. "Fang made her wear it." Everyone's heads swiveled to look at me, including Iggy's, which creeped me out a little. "Coffee," I said.

Iggy passed the coffee over to me, and I poured myself a mug. I sprinkled some sugar in and stirred with a spoon. Everyone was watching me. "What?" I asked irritably.

They all looked away, seeing how murderous I sounded. Fang loped down the stairs to go down to the table. He sat next to me, and grinned, looking at my shirt.

He pretended to read my shirt for the first time, and pecked me on the lips with a "Don't mind if I do."

Gazzy leaned over and pinched me. "First, coffee. Then, I'll deal with everything else," I announced, draining my mug.

"Can we have beer?" Iggy asked earnestly. "No," I said through gritted teeth. He smiled at me in a way that meant this fun day had only begun.