Killian Reynold Gudgeon

Avery always hated apparating, but it was efficient so the vague nausea was worth it to her. She looked around the apartment, suddenly very aware of what she’d just agreed to. “I need a drink,” she sighed, already making her way to the kitchen.

Like the lap puppy he was with her, he followed. “Remember our place back in England?” he asked, wondering if she ever thought about their old life. 

Jess poured him the coffee and handed it to him, not even bothering to point out that she was a chef, not a waitress. She just wasn’t in the mood. “Anything else,” she asked.

Killian sighed and looked up at her. “Sorry, sorry. I’m rude,” he grumbled, rubbing his face. “It’s just been a rough couple of days.” 

Leslie stared at the man for just a moment. “Yes, love. We do.”

Killian gave her a grin, leaning on the counter with his arms crossed. “Yeah, whatchu got back there?” 

“I think it really just depends on your mood, ya know? Right now i would love a slice of cheese cake.” Charlie stated seriously. 

“Hmm, I do love cheese. I remember when Avery would scream the apartment down when she walked in one day, and I was standing there eating a block of red leicester.” 

“Killian, right? Finches?” He asked, having been trying to place him for the past few minutes. Oliver grinned, extending his hand. “Sorry - Oliver Blishwick. I think I’ve seen you around at the pitch.”

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“Yeah, I took over as assistant coach last summer.” Killian shook the blokes hand, nodding. “Nice to meet you mate, you are probably one of the fairest ref’s in the game.” 

“I don’t hate you, so I’ll just say yes to spending Christmas with you?” What kind of logic was that? It wasn’t like she had anywhere else to go, but Avery wasn’t so sure Christmas with Killian was exactly a great idea. Still… “If I say yes, it’s only because I don’t have any other plans and I’m not keen on spending Christmas alone.”

“Sure it is,” he smirked, and was quick to grab her arm and apparate them to his apartment, forgetting for a moment that he was pretty drunk and could already feel the stomach churning feeling of bile when he landed. “Well, uh, welcome home.” 

Avery stopped at the hand on her arm. She sighed before turning to face Killian. “Why are you asking me that? I’ve never hated you. That was a stupid question.”

“So, if I said come spend Christmas with me, just like old times, you’ll agree?” he mumbled, letting her arm go but his hand snaked around her side. 

Crumpling the napkin in her hand, Avery gestured vaguely as she answered his question, “Some moron wasn’t paying attention and ran into me. He spilled his drink all over me and had the nerve to just walk away, no apology or offer to help me clean up.” She had yelled at him, but as far as she was concerned that shouldn’t have made a difference. 

Killian couldn’t help the smile that played on his lips as he listened to Avery’s story. He was almost sure that Avery bit the guys head off, sending him fleeing the scene. “Well you’re all cleaned up now, how about we go get you another drink.”

“Please,” Alison replied with a roll of her eyes, “I won’t get that scared.”

“Oh, I doubt that,” he smirked.

“That’s not what jolly people do, dude.”

“That’s what this jolly person does,” he grinned.