Pierce's P.O.V.
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"Well, these holidays have turned out better than any of us had hoped for," Oscar said as he poured me another drink.
"Oscar, you're going to put me in the hospital with the way you drink," I teased as I sipped my glass.
Oscar has the best alcohol, I swear.
"I told you, it's Uncle Oscar to you," he replied, scolding me playfully.
I chuckled at him, half wondering if he meant it.
I think Oscar has taken a big liking to me. It's helped ease some of my worries, but man the guy can drink. And that's all he wants to do. Drink.
"I am glad that Otti's suggestion is working out," I said. "I think that she might have burned down empires if it hadn't."
Oscar laughed at that.
"She's definitely an Akselsen," he mumbled
