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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"I...I don't want...in her pants..." Peter squeaked and he looked lost. Paul just gave him a polite smile as Lorelei turned to Layla.

"Yeah her stuff totally was crap..." Lorelei said, as if this was a though that had never occurred to her before.

Rosa grinned at Jean. "Rosa glad then!" And she held the mistletoe over Emilio who's laughter died into something akin to a sound of pain. "You kiss Rosa too?"

"I...I'm gay!" Emilio squeaked, looking at Jean for help.

"Gay like..." Rosa frolicked around miming 'happy' though really...she could be meaning 'frolicking gay man' if you didn't know she didn't speak English all that well...

Emilio had to put his tea down.

Hope continued to cough, and Emma made her way over to them as well. "Sweetheart, are you sure?"

"I'm fine!" Hope insisted, though she did look rather pale. "Just a cold!"

Razvan sidled up to the Littletons, causing Stuart to give him a greasy look. "Hello, Littletons!" Razvan said happily. "And Spectre." He added.

"Spectre's a Littleton." Lavinia said proudly, giving Spectre a wink.

"Hmm." Razvan considered that. "Okay." He looked over them to Svetlana and he winked at her. "Everyone's here, aren't they."

"Yes. Even you." Abby said back to him, though at least in her case the teasing him was good natured.