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[beautiful_ann]

Christmas Eve in New York City is beautiful, particularly with the light snow falling tonight.

Ann is up in her room, touching up her makeup and nervously primping.

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[beautiful_ann]

Here she comes! That wasn't that long, was it?

She leans over a little to peer in the window. "Hi."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"...hi" he says, bewildered, as he opens the door for her.

[beautiful_ann]

She slips in, shaking snow off her hair.

"Merry Christmas."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

An Ann in vicinity means one thing: Jack tries to kiss her! Lightly.

[beautiful_ann]

Ann is really not going to argue with that one.

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Kiss delivery: successful!

"Merry Christmas to you, too."

[beautiful_ann]

"I think mine's a little merrier already."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

Jack grins slyly and pulls the car away from the curb.

"Mine, too--although you should wait until you see the present I got you."

[beautiful_ann]

"I'm all a-flutter," she deadpans.

(She is, actually. A little.)

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"You make it sound like I got you a bunch of socks."

[beautiful_ann]

"Well, did you?"

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

He gives her a sideways look. "You think I'd really tell you if I did?"

[beautiful_ann]

"So."

She fans herself.

"A-flutter."

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He smirks. "Well, yes, they're socks. Very exciting, socks. You can use them to warm your feet, and, uh, wear with shoes and they make for very entertaining hours when you happen to lose one."

[beautiful_ann]

She laughs. "And there's always the old favorite -- the sock puppet."

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"Now I wish I'd actually gotten you socks."

[beautiful_ann]

"I don't know that 'sock puppeteer' is the impression I want to give to your family."

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He gives her a look.

"If you actually knew my family you wouldn't worry about that."

[beautiful_ann]

"No?"

She returns the look, amused. "What should I worry about?"

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"My mother."

[beautiful_ann]

"Ah, how so?"

[jackdriscoll.livejournal.com]

"Everyone in my family is strange except my mother. She's normal. Dreadfully normal."

[beautiful_ann]

Ann laughs. "I'm sure I'll be okay. I've spent a lot of time entertaining dreadfully normal people.

"Anyway, you're not strange."

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He raises an eyebrow. "You think so?"

[beautiful_ann]

". . . All right, you work in theatre. But for theatre, you're not that strange."