A/N: For Densimber Day 9 prompt: Kensi and Deeks plus the team at the Squid and Dagger. Takes place semi-currently, but perhaps not quite in canon with the show. Copious amounts of ridiculousness and Christmas cheer.

"What can I get you, Sam?" Deeks asked, flinging a dry towel over his shoulder as he braced himself against the bar. Kensi was next to him making some kind of fluorescent green drink with copious amounts of vodka and a couple other liquors for Nell.

The bar was all decked out for the holidays with ribbons, bows, a tree, and various figurines. To add to the festive mood, Eric and Nell had come dressed in ludicrously awful Christmas sweaters, and in Nell's case, a massive tree skirt and a wobbly candy cane head band. Callen had even worn a funny Santa hat, much to Sam's amusement.

"You have any of Yuengling left on draft?"

"Oh, come on. You're seriously not going try our Christmas special?"

"Deeks, I have tried every beer you two have concocted," Sam said, gesturing between Deeks and Callen. "Every single one of them has been awful. I'm not falling for it again."

"That's very hurtful," Deeks commented.

"Everything I ate tasted like roadkill for the next 24 hours after the last one."

"Actually, I think you'll really like this one," Callen said.

"Deeks, give the man his beer," Kensi said, lightly smacking his shoulder with the back of her hand. "If he doesn't want to, he doesn't have to try the special."

"Just out of curiosity," Nell said, accepting the radioactive looking drink from Kensi. "What's in this year's Christmas brew?"

"Cranberry, yam, and raisins," Deeks answered eagerly.

"That doesn't sound too bad," Eric decided uncertainly.

"With hints of glazed ham and brussel sprouts," Callen added helpfully.

"On second thought, that sounds really awful." Eric made a face and quickly moved to the far end of bar, apparently in case anyone should try to force unwanted beer on him.

"Kensi," Sam said. "Honest opinion. How bad is this one?" Kensi took a sip of her own beer and considered for a moment.

"Hm, it's not as bad as the oyster one, but it's weirder than the bacon. And more meaty than the sausage," Kensi explained, screwing up her face as she recalled. "And as a bonus, it did not make my tongue burn."

"See, it's delicious," Deeks said with a grin. "You'll love it."

"No chance."

"C'mon Sam, do it for your partner."

"Nope."

"Oh for god's sake," Nell said, rolling her eyes. "I'll try it." She drained the rest of her drink and grabbed the bottle Deeks offered her. He eyed her dubiously.

"Are you sure it's a good idea to mix Midori, vodka, rum, and beer, Nell?" he asked.

"I'll be fine." She twisted the lid of, muttering something about "babies" and took a large gulp while Deeks and Callen waited in anticipation of her response.

She nodded, not swallowing immediately and then delicately spit it back into her empty glass.

"Yeah, that does not taste like Christmas," she said with a grimace. Kensi handed her a glass of water with a sympathetic expression. Sam grabbed the bottle and gingerly sniffed it.

"Only if it's Christmas dinner that's been sitting in the back of the fridge for 2 months." He grimaced, handing the bottle back to Deeks.

"I guess it's back the drawing board," Callen sighed, shrugging as Deeks passed him the open bottle. He took a drink and swallowed, earning a look of pure disgust from Sam.

"I guess we could start on the ghost pepper one next," Deeks suggested. He knew none of their beers were fantastic, but he honestly hadn't thought it was that bad. It had a very...unique flavor."

"Oh no, baby, why don't you give it a break," Kensi said pleadingly, lightly resting her hand on his stomach. "I know you guys love creating new flavors, but isn't it time you guys gave up? No one ever drinks it besides Callen."

"I feel like we've been insulted," Callen observed, not looking remotely insulted.

"I know!" Deeks said, adopting a scandalized tone. "And from my own Lady Bird too." Kensi patted his stomach and leaned up to kiss his cheek.

"Mm, yes and your Lady Bird is getting sick of being your main guinea pig."

"But it's our creative outlet."

"You'd do better if you took up woodworking," Sam muttered. "At least then there'd be less chance of casualties."

"Unbelievable," Deeks said, shaking his head. "Betrayed by my friends and my wife in one day."

Kensi rocked up on her toes and whispered in his ear. His eyes widened as she pulled back with a pleased expression. He cleared his throat, turning back to face Callen.

"Sorry, man, but it looks like I'm going to be very busy in the near future. The beer making business was good while it lasted."

"Do we want to know what Kensi said to make you change your mind so quickly?" Nell asked. She was leaning a little heavily on the bar while Eric kept a steadying hand on her back.

"No," Sam said firmly and loudly as Callen shook his head, and added,

"Not even a little bit."

"Merry Christmas to me," Deeks said happily, raising a fresh bottle of the Christmas special in the air for a toast.