"Huh, thought it was still Thursday." Will muttered. Looking bereft as the bottle was removed forcibly from his hand, narrowing his eyes at Lara he held out his hand for the return of his drink. "Well, that's what Christmas is about right? Drinking with loved ones."

And here he was drinking alone. He'd already tossed his phone into the garbage after his father's sixth call to ask why the hell he and Corrine weren't at dinner. Why Ed was trying to cover with their grandmother.