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“It's just a joke, David.”
“I'm not laughing.”
Stevie was, however, her loud guffaws now reduced to a silent kind of thing that had her bent almost in half.
“You did say you wanted a new sweater.”
“Patrick, why are you taking her side?!”
The sweater started its shrill approximation of a Christmas carol again and its lights flashed,
giving a sort of halo effect to Michael Caine and his muppet entourage. Patrick couldn’t help it – the more David panicked instead of taking the cursed thing off, the harder it got to keep in his laughter.
“You agreed to white elephant night,” he managed to eke out before he couldn’t help it anymore.
“This was a trick, I know it!” David yelled and patted ineffectively at his chest.
Alexis returned from the kitchen, drink in hand.
“David, no, ew. What
is
that? Did you lose a bet?”
David narrowed his eyes and his mouth clamped down in a disgruntled twist. Patrick took one look at him and threw back his head laughing. David looked exactly like a dark-haired pushed-to-the-limit Kermit the frog.
Alexis wasted no time taking out her phone, catching him just before he stomped out of the room.