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Dated 12/24
Dec. 27th, 2013 02:35 pm"What r u doing? I'm coming over" he texts Tosh, out of the blue. She says she's working, but by the time he looks at his messages for her response, he's already on his way over.
It's Christmas Eve, and as much as Owen's tried to ignore the holiday season since it began, it's difficult to completely block out as it draws nearer. And as much as he doesn't give a toss about Christmas— considering he hasn't had much of a reason to properly celebrate it for years— even he doesn't think he wants to end up drinking alone on Christmas Eve.
It's not long before he turns up at Tosh's, a bottle of whisky in a shopping bag, and a small inconspicuous wrapped package tucked into the pocket of his jacket.
At least he's not the only one who would have been spending tonight alone.
It's Christmas Eve, and as much as Owen's tried to ignore the holiday season since it began, it's difficult to completely block out as it draws nearer. And as much as he doesn't give a toss about Christmas— considering he hasn't had much of a reason to properly celebrate it for years— even he doesn't think he wants to end up drinking alone on Christmas Eve.
It's not long before he turns up at Tosh's, a bottle of whisky in a shopping bag, and a small inconspicuous wrapped package tucked into the pocket of his jacket.
At least he's not the only one who would have been spending tonight alone.