"Nick"
"I hate it when you're drunk," Director Fury said, glaring at Phil. He was hanging off Fury's shoulders, giggling.
"Loosen up, Nick," Phil said, sloshing his eggnog. "Saint Nick."
"I'm no saint."
"Aren't you?" Phil didn't see the others at the party staring at them.
"No. That's why I don't play Santa."
"Sure you're not a saint?"
"Positive."
"`Cause you sure can make me scream the Lord's name." Phil seemed to be under the impression that he was whispering. He wasn't. "Wanna do it again tonight?"
Fury scowled the others into looking away. "Why not? You need to be punished."
Can you imagine Fury trying to play Santa Claus? I'd pay good money to see that. "Santa, why've you only got one eye?" "`Cause Rudolph's a piece of—" "Thanks, Santa. We're just gonna leave now." "But, Mom…"
Now I'm gonna go and read some SHIELD Daddies smut. Hmm.
In case anyone was wondering why yesterday's chapter was early (which it was), a bad storm was about to hit, and I wanted to get the chapter posted in case we lost power for the rest of the night. We didn't; the storm didn't last long.
Please review, m'dears!