When Trey next goes to his dorm he’ll find a neatly wrapped present on his bed - a chocolate stantler and a small kecleon plush. When he opens the card, a folded leaflet will fall out. Don’t be fooled by the gift into thinking she’s not not still annoyed, the leaflet is for Alcoholics Anonymous. The card reads “Merry Christmas Trey, try not to end up in a bin tonight. ~ Vivian
Trey had vanished somewhere off-base for a few days over the festive period, turning up again just in time to get started on the New Years celebrations. He was barely past the entrance of the base before someone shoved a beer into his hand, and before you know it, it was morning - Hello, first screaming headache of the decade!
And, ow, what was that digging into his back? With a groan, Trey pulls out the parcel he had been lying on all night. He groggily tears it open. “Oh cute,” He mumbles. Then he promptly bites the head off of the chocolate Stantler. Trey wasn’t usually one for chocolate, but eh, it was breakfast time, he was starving, and this was edible.
It’s then that he sees the card. He reads it, then squints at the leaflet. Alcoholic... What?
If this had come from anyone else, he would have shrugged it off as a joke. But coming from Vivian, and considering how big of a dick he had been to her last time he’d gone on a bender… Yeah, ouch. Feeling horribly guilty wasn’t how he’d wanted to start the new year.
“Jokes on you, m’in my bed.” He mutters to himself, balling up the leaflet. He throws it at the nearby bin, misses, and turns around to go back to sleep.