"I should start hustling people," he answers with a laugh, holding his own freshly poured cup of cider--now spiked with vodka--out to join Corinne's in a toast before taking a sip that makes him shiver in spite of the warmth of the drink. Coop has no plans on getting hammered tonight or anything, at least not any solid plans, but the booze is his own welcome edition to whatever the night has in store.

"Coordinate Christmas lights. Right. I think I brought my fake tree out and that's about it, you might have noticed the outside of my house always looks a little bare." It's not that he doesn't like the holidays, far from it, he's just got way too much other shit to deal with between his mess of a personal life and work. "I'll watch him put your lights up, though. You married a guy with a really nice ass, just saying."