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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]

"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."

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He frowns. "I'm dissapointed! That means I'm not special."

And look, wouldn't you know? They're at his house.

[beautiful_ann]

She leans over and kisses his cheek.

Quiet -- "You're wonderful."

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Awww.

Jack's so flattered by the complement and warm from the kiss that he nearly forgets he's behind the wheel of a moving car. He remembers soon enough not to run into his neighbor's car.

[beautiful_ann]

She jumps when he brakes, and gives him a sardonic look.

"Maybe I should be a little more careful with those."

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"Maybe."

He carefully parks in the spot in front of his house. Before she can say anything, Jack's hopped out of the car, has run to her side and has opened the door for the lady.

[beautiful_ann]

"Thanks." She smiles up at him as she gets out, smoothing her coat and re-adjusting her hair.

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Jack closes the door and places a hand on her lower back as he escorts her to the front door. "So did you get me socks?"

[beautiful_ann]

"You don't expect me to tell you, do you?"