Discovered in the Yuletide Spirits - Snowballs in the Air, a double drabble

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(Note: Sorry this is late! Alas, this was pretty much my experience when trying to find out how a Snowball tastes.)

"Marks and Spenser," said the off-license clerk, sounding bored.

"What?" Doyle asked, with his most charming smile.

"This," gesturing widely, "Is an off-license, love. Beer, hard liquor, liqueurs. No carrots or tomatos? No avocado pears."

"Yes, would be a problem if I were looking for veg, but I want the Snowball stuff, y'know? Dutch, yellow, eggy?"

She crinkled her nose. Doyle's smile stiffened.

Swinging her hips in a way he would have found sexy a quarter hour earlier, she led him to a shelf of Cointreau, Bristol and Irish Creams … no Advocaat.

"Give me good bourbon and rum, then." Doyle sighed as he pulled out his wallet to pay. He'd hoped to show off a bit, since he knew Bodie'd been to a fancy holiday cocktail party with his new bird Sharon. Also he'd meant to get the lazy sod outdoors for a snow fight (roughhousing: always sexy) and into bed for the night's real aperatif.

But maybe eggnog would do, if properly spiked.

Doyle licked his lips, unconsciously. Eggnog might even be better. Tastier. Stronger.

More like Bodie. His Bodie tonight.

“Happy Christmas to me,” he said as he left, forgetting her, tasting snow in the air.