For most people, the holiday season was a time to celebrate with family. When a brother is the only family you have though, the holidays get to be pretty fucking depressing. Dimitri and his older brother Kenric had learned to battle the depression by doing something not traditional and including their friends who either didn’t have family to spend the holidays with or were actively trying to avoid said family. This Thanksgiving they had a smaller group than usual.
The first to join their group that year was Ryan Clyne, one of their coworkers. Ryan was using keeping them company as an excuse to avoid the madhouse his parent’s ranch became every Thanksgiving. Ryan had six younger brothers and a mother who ruled the family with an iron fist she didn’t bother putting in a velvet glove first. Hosting the immediate and extended Clyne Clan was stressful enough that all of Mrs. Clyne’s seven sons along with her husband did their best to do whatever they were told quickly and quietly so they could avoid notice. This year Ryan was attempting to be out of notice entirely by not leaving the city at all.
Katcha, nicknamed Cheshire for her grin and naturally mischievous personality, had told her family that she had to work and thus couldn’t make the trek back to Russia for Christmas. Her older brother, Eamon had been invited along to all her holiday festivities in part so that he’d keep his silence on her deception and also because they were letting him be designated driver. Normally they wouldn’t let Eamon near the wheel, he was a professional driver that had moves that would scare a movie stuntman, but they’d be drunk by then anyway so they figured it would be fine.
Dimitri ran a comb through his hair and gave himself one last look in the bathroom mirror. Despite being brothers he and Kenric didn’t look much alike. They both had light brown almost amber eyes like their father but that was pretty much it. He was a redhead like their mother, left long enough to tie back with a bit of a wave to it. Ken had a head of ink black hair cut close on the sides with just enough on top to spike with gel if the mood ever struck him. It never did. Dimitri, or D to his friends and brother, was just over six feet with a swimmer’s slender build. Kenric was six foot four of solid muscle like a brick wall.
Kenric was also a no-nonsense person who didn’t unwind normally but loosened up quite a bit with alcohol, which made him a lot of fun when they went bar hopping. Like they were planning to do after meeting the rest of their group at the Jade Dragon even though Ken didn’t know that part yet. It was their favorite Chinese place and as far from a turkey dinner as you could get if you excluded sushi, which had been Dimitri’s suggestion. Eh, they’d do that next year.
Grinning at his reflection, he slipped his jacket on and headed into the living room. Wallet and keys hooked to his chain belt before going in his right pocket, cell phone in his left, and he was ready to go. Flipping the light switch as he left he locked the door behind him and turned toward the stairs. Kenric was finishing up a few things at the office before meeting them all at the restaurant so he could take his time. He could hardly wait to have some fun and get out of the yearly holiday funk that always descended. A nice dinner followed by booze, good company and dancing was just what they all needed.