Christmas Eve

Its 20XX, Christmas Eve, and Foz Helquist is still lonely after all these years. (Rather, he's too much of a coward to pick up the phone and call Lars. Just looking at Xander and Keria only brings up horrible past feelings) Like any traditional Englishman, he gets pissed at the local pub on Christmas Eve.

TW: Alcoholism

Original fanfiction by @Thunderstormmm