Brrring….brrrring….brrrring….
Phoenix Wright, having been sitting complacently at his desk staring at the decorated Christmas tree rather than the work he was supposed to get on with, picked up the receiver of his office phone just before his half-hearted voicemail message was delivered towards the person on the other side of the line.
"Hey there, Niiiiick…"
Phoenix sighed. "Hello, Larry. What's the problem?"
"Oh, no problem here, Nick…I'm just your average business man nowadays….no chicks around to spoil the fun…you know?"
Phoenix could almost taste the alcohol laced in Larry's voice, and it both worried and annoyed him.
"Larry," Phoenix began, with an exasperated sigh, "you're drunk. Again."
"No, I'm not…"
"Larry, you've drank too much eggnog again, and don't you dare deny it. Come on, make your way over here, and me and Maya will get you fixed up."
"I don' need your help, Niiiick…"
"Yes, you do."
"Niiick, stop being such a worrywarts. I can handle this on my own."
Phoenix let out a sigh of annoyance. "Do I have to go over there and formally drag you from that wretched stall?"
"No…Niiick."
"Good. Now get your lazy bum over to the office. I'll see you soon, Larry."
Larry seemed to have given up his protest. "….'Kay."
Putting the phone down with a wry smile, Phoenix heard the sound of Maya's cheerful voice ring out from the office sofa.
"Nick? Who was that?"
"Oh, just Larry. He got drunk on too much eggnog; I shudder to think how much he drank, though.
Maya giggled. "Oh dear. Good luck to him if he tries to get a girlfriend in that state!"