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[cautionarytale]

Dear Santa,

You don't exist and I hate your holiday. But since you seem to show up here every year and grant wishes, here's mine: kill everyone on this boat. ["Except Vince and Adam" is scrawled in after the fact.]

No love,
Elle


Happy, Admiral? I wrote your stupid Christmas letter!


[private to Howie, after much hesitation]

I'm not alright.

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[talldarksaviour.livejournal.com]

Surprise me, then.

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

Come over here and I will.

[spam yeah?]

[talldarksaviour.livejournal.com]

[Smirk.] All right. [He strolls out from his room and down the hallway to hers.]

[spam!]

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

[Elle's still got some whiskey from her trip to the pub last week, so she takes that out and waits fir Damon to show.]

[spam!]

[talldarksaviour.livejournal.com]

[Damon knocks twice in quick succession, then, slouching a little, he slides his hands into his pockets.]

[spam!]

[cautionarystory.livejournal.com]

[Elle opens the door and grins up at him.] "There you are," [she says, like she's been waiting a long time.]