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David makes his way into the bar, wearing a hat obviously pulled from a cracker, and a smile. Also, you know, clothes.

Charlie-

Enjoy your Christmas! God knows it's got to be better than last year.

My love, for always,
David.

In the package is a book and a few new eyeliner pencils in different colours.

Nick, Alex-

I miss you both terribly. As I have said to others, this is a situation I must remedy soon. Enjoy your holidays.

All my love,
David

For Nick and Alex, there is a set of 500 count Egyptian cotton sheets - both in crimson and in gold, and a photo album set, which is actually empty, although there's a pack of photos from Nick and Alex's wedding tucked away in the box itself.

Van Helsing-

I hope this fits. I had to guess at your size, but I have been assured they are the warmest and sturdiest one can find.

Merry Christmas, friend.
David

In Van Helsing's package is a roll-neck sweater (in black), and a pair of thin (black) leather gloves.

Angelo-

Good God, I miss talking to you. I promise I'll try to remedy that.

Yours,
David

Angelo gets a set of X-Men poseable action toys and a note, "I promise I didn't play with them first."

Darien -

Welcome back! Do look after Charlie for me?

Hope to see you soon,
David.

Darien gets, possibly sarcastically, one DVD of Hollow Man and one copy of The Invisible Man.

Garion-

It's been far too long since I've spoken with you. A situation I hope to remedy in the near future.

Yours,
David Talbot.

Garion gets a plush wolf toy and a silver polishing kit with a note attached to that saying "I do hope your sword is silver."

Guppy-

I do hope you're not working this Christmas. However, if you are, I do hope that it's not too stressful. A pleasure to have met you this year, and I hope to see you again soon.

Yours,
David Talbot

For Guppy, there is a copy of The Self-Defense Deck, and a shiny new silver pen to use on his rounds ~~or to stab folks in the eye with~~.

He also carries a bag with presents from Amadeo and Richard, which isn't exactly small.

There is no gift for them. Instead, a note:

B, Arithon -

You'll get your gifts when we see you next. They're the kind of things you have to give in person.

All our love, congratulations, and best wishes,
Amadeo and Richard

[OOC: Or, in other words, mun hasn't decided yet.]

Claire and Seth-

Merry Christmas! We'll see you soon.

Love,
Richard and 'Deo

And there is an entire sack of new toys and clothes for Seth, a gift voucher for (a very large amount) for DKNY Stores.

Aeryn-

You've given us the best gift any parents could ask for. Hope someone explains Christmas to you.

Love,
'Deo and Richard Mayhew

For Aeryn, there is a new pair of black leather trousers, and a matching short jacket.

And for anyone that they've forgotten [OOC: which I know I have] there's the cost of one day's meals (three-course dinner included) and three drinks on their tab.

He also receives Aeryn's, Claire's and Charlie's gifts, and Sheila's note.

A quick glance out back to see the tree, and he smiles, and heads back out into Talbot Manor for the remaining festivities.

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[ooc: David is getting such a noogie the next time Charlie sees him.]

[OOC: He so deserves it :P Thinks he's funny, so he does.]

He is not expecting a flying divetackle...which is good, because that's not what gets him. Instead, there is a flying glomp, which involves more clinging, and it comes from an occasionally-invisible man who is, at the moment, visible and incredibly happy.

He's suddenly glad he'd laid the gifts on the Bar, as he ends up in a pile of vampire-invisible-man-thing, with a beaming Darien.

"Hello to you too, and Merry Christmas."

Blink.

"You're showing more gum than Wrigleys, Darien. Good day?"

"Charlie loves me."

Still grinning.

"I love him too."

...yes, he's still stradling David on the ground, completely oblivious.

"Hey, uh, shouldn't you have sensed I was coming with those vampire senses and everything?"

He raises his eyebrows.

"Well, that explains the grin," he says, and smiles. "But are you practicing for him, or what?"

He gestures to their current positions.

"And yes, I should have. But even I'm no match for a flying currently-visible invisible man's flying cuddle techniques."

He seems to think.

"Not really needing to practice, I don't think."

And he finally climbs off, holding out a hand to help David up.

"Flying 'cuddle'? Man, don't make me sound like a girl."

He rolls his eyes, and takes Darien's hand, getting to his feet.

"And what else would you call it?" he asks, sorting through the gifts and holding out Darien's to him. "A snuggle? A cling?"

He scratches the back of his head.

"Don't know. But it's nod a cuddle. Care Bears cuddle. I, uh, well...cling doesn't sound too bad, does it?"

He smiles, and shakes his head.

"Cling isn't so bad a word. How about just a tackle? Sounds very manly and all."

"Never played football. I was, uh, kinda skinny in high school."

Still sort of skinny.

He pokes Darien in the ribs.

"Still are. But football - er, soccer - players tackle, too. Just not in the same sense, I know, but football. Manly sport."

He affects a tough accent.

"Uh, I'm with Eberts on this one. 'Zero to zero after four hours? I fail to see the appeal.'"

They may not be united on many things, but the men of the Agency agree that soccer is in fact the world's most boring sport.

Have they ever watched Darts?

"I have to agree with that, indeed." He makes a face. "Entirely pointless and boring."

He nods before pointing to the bar counter.

"Join me for a drink, man?"

"Are you paying with that twenty I let you keep last time?" he asks with a smile.

"Noooo."

He taps his ass, or rather the wallet in his pocket.

"Got paid."

"I'm so glad I don't have a smutty mind," he says absently, and slides up onto a stool. "Scotch, I think."

"Wallet, you big pervert."

Then he settles down and orders himself a Corona to go with the Scotch for David.

"No name-calling now. I'm all taken and everything."

He grins, and takes the Scotch as it arrives.

"Are you objecting to me calling you a pervert or did you think I was calling you a wallet?"

Either way he puts down a few dollars to pay for the drinks before picking up his and sipping it down.

He shakes his head, shoulders shaking with the chuckles.

"You're not to be calling me a pervert, or a wallet. I don't hold money for long."

"None of my wallets do anyway."

He shakes his head and sips his beer.

"What you doing for the, uh, holidays?"

"Then call your wallets Davids, the world be damned," he says, and takes a sip from his glass. "Visiting Talbot Manor, for a change. Amadeo insisted we have Christmas there so they wouldn't have to transport the children for their first festivities."

He smiles.

"It's an absolute nightmare, and I'm loving it. What about you?"

Eyebrowraise.

"Nightmare? How much of a brood do they have then?"

"There's Amadeo.

"Oh, and a half-vampire-half-God winged baby boy who likes fire, currently learning how to disobey his parents, and a half-human-half-alien baby who dislikes the heat."

He smiles.

Blink.

"Do I want to know about the inlaws, or would they eat me?"

"Inlaws? As far as I'm aware, Richard's folks are dead, and Marius is a millennia old vampire."

He grins his toothy smile.

"Not a zombie, though...right?"

Dead seems to be a relative term.

"I certainly hope not."

He shudders.

"Richard would be throwing a fit, I believe, if he had zombies as parents or inlaws."

...

"That come up often?"

He shakes his head.

"Not really. The vampire-demigod baby's about the worst of it. Especially when my Loki has to get him down from the rafters."

He smirks.

"Your...Loki?"

Blinkity again.

He nods.

"Mine. 'I claim this body in the name of Talbot' kind of mine."

"I don't want to know about where the flag went, do I?"

He blinks innocently.

"There was no flag."

"I'm not going to mention you or sticking things anywhere because I think I might spit out my beer."

He grins.

"Glad to hear it. There are so many pole jokes I can make right now..."

"Exactly. Just looking out for my booze, David."

He raises his glass in a toast.

"Here's to that."

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