The Arms rm 410, Christmas Eve, early evening.

[george_m_bluth]

George Michael had Mary's gifts wrapped and sitting in a large red bag by his luggage. They were leaving tonight to go home, to his his home. With all of his family. George Michael was not worried. Not really. Mary was his girlfriend and if he had to pop Uncle GOB in the eye to keep him from looking at her, in that way, then he would. He was sure

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[montecito_east]

Mary was all set. She had her gifts wrapped, she had her bags packed, and she was wearing a baggy UNLV sweatshirt that completely hid her figure to minimize the chances of getting stared at.

She knocked on the door, then went straight in. "I'm ready to go whenever you are!" she said.

[george_m_bluth]

George Michael turned and smiled wide at Mary, especially at her sweatshirt. "Mary! You look great! How was work?" he asked as he approached her, lowering his head just slightly for a kiss.

[montecito_east]

Mary smiled in return and gave him a brief kiss. "It was pretty quiet today, but at least Gunther found another outlet for his need to decorate," she said.

[george_m_bluth]

"Which was?" he asked, reaching for one of her hands to hold.