Christmas Eve (Peter, Open to anyone)

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The party was beautiful. Peter was surrounded by the people he loved, and he couldn't think of anything better than that. After the year he'd had, finding he had terminal cancer, losing the battle and his memories along with it, his death, the Templar...everything. It meant so much just to be here. Just to be with them.

Peter smiled to himself as he saw Lavannah, dressed exquisitely in a red satin dress, dancing with her baby brother William in her arms, Gavin on the other side of her. They both looked so damn happy, and it made Peter happy to see. The Montgomerys were there, fussing over Aly who was quite pregnant by now, and Christina and David as well because what Jacinta did best was fuss. The Littletons were there, mingling and speaking with Spectre. The children were off playing with Peter's somewhere with the exception of Anna who was dancing on Tamm's feet. Deirdre was getting quite drunk, laughing with her girls and Alessa and Kat. Hope was clinging to Tasha, but she was here. Fiona too, though she was spending most of her time with Pierre or Zoe or with Hope and Tasha. And that was just fine. Peter just wanted them all to be happy. He smiled a Joanne and Emilio and Jean. Rosa was running about the place with mistletoe in her hand, trying to get everyone ever to kiss her under it. Dimitri and Sergei were laughing with a pleased looking Rhianwyn. People just looked happy.

And then the door opened again, and Paul walked in carrying his daughter Dahlia, followed by two young women. "So sorry we're late, Peter!" Paul said, breathless.

"No matter." Peter said kindly, hugging Paul tightly, careful to avoid squishing his daughter. Then he froze as he looked at the two girls with him. One was the prostitute Paul had sent him to pay the protection money for on Dwyer Street. The one who had seen he didn't belong in that place in three seconds flat. Interesting. "Hello?"

"This is Lorelei and Layla." Paul said, stepping back to stand between them. "Girls, this is my good friend, Peter Kemp."

"Hi!" Lorelei said, recognising Peter instantly. She gave him a little wink and Peter went red.

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"You probably wouldn't have wanted your mum's shit anyway," Layla said to Lorelei with a shrug. "It was probably all like, total crap. Paul's got class." She nudged him with her hip, and grinned. "He's like, adopted us or something," she told Peter. "It's totally awesome. Good luck getting in her pants now!" She indicated Lorelei, and laughed a tinkling laugh that only sounded so young by virtue of the fact that she still wasn't completely over the fact that she could really laugh these days.

Jean just blinked at the force of nature that was Rosa. He wasn't quite sure whether he was being mocked with the pat on his head, but he forced a smile onto his face anyway. Clearly if he was being mocked, good humour was the approach to take. "Yes, very better!" he agreed with Rosa, and shot Emilio a look. He obviously understood the mocking!

Renee pressed herself up against Deirdre, posing there for Ellie. "She's being Santa's whore," she said in a sultry voice. Renee was somewhat inebriated too, and was feeling quite open. Particularly with her gorgeous friend Ellie. "Guess who gets to be Santa?" she said with a grin.

Tasha held onto Hope, albeit gently so that she could get her coughing done without interference. She just wanted her girlfriend to know she was still there. As clingy as Hope was, Tasha returned the favour, though for different reasons. She wanted as badly for Hope to know she was there, as Hope wanted her to be there. Tasha winced as Hope coughed, but she knew her girlfriend was ill after her sodden experience in the graveyard. It didn't make it any less unpleasant to see her like this, though.