Trying isn't cool.

All things considered, that had been a pretty fun weekend.

Okay, so sans gremlin bite, it was unlikely that April would have made those same choices: bondage kind of seemed like a lot of work as a precursor to sex, and if she was going to hook up with someone, she'd rather just skip the middle step and get right to the good part. But it had still been pretty fun, especially as her gremlin-bitten self hadn't really cared about issues of laziness and exerting effort, and hooking up with Eric always made for a good time, so she had no complaints.

Also, she was keeping the leather outfit. Because there was always a chance that she'd get in a mood and want to do that again. So right now, it lay draped over an armchair in her living room, because... well, April didn't know how to wash leather, and anyway, she was kind of comfy on the floor watching Spanish soap operas with her back to the couch, and she didn't want to get up.

In the meantime, she had an untoasted Pop-Tart to eat and was tossing a broken TV remote around for Cliff to catch. This was a good morning.

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Christmas, in April's book, was a day for lounging around in one's pajamas, drinking eggnog, and making unimpressed faces when her parents gifted her things like brightly-colored sweaters with bunnies on them. In other words, it was boring.

It did bear mentioning, however, that this particular Christmas had been a bit more interesting than those of previous years, and that was because April had a guest. Her parents found this unbelievably exciting, Rita doting over Jono while Larry asked him friendly questions about what life was like in England and whether it was true that they didn't have french fries there. Meanwhile, April's younger sister Natalie had chosen a different tactic: leaning up close to Jono and very quietly telling him details about herself.

If that was a form of flirting, April didn't want to know.

The day after Christmas, however, the rest of her family was already out shopping, which meant Jono got a break from all of that. On this chilly Wednesday morning, April could be found on the living room couch in her pajamas with her dog Cliff curled up beside her, drinking spiked hot chocolate as the snow tumbled down outside. She was also sending moddable nonsensical text messages to random contacts in her phone, because... when was that not fun?

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