“My god, you are so fuckin’ confusing. All you do is bitch about Christmas for hours on end whenever I come around and then you sit here and talk about reindeer and Christmas miracles. Worse than a woman if you ask me.”

“I’m sure she was devastated.” They teased with a small smirk resting on their lips as they moved hair out of their face. “No limits? Then how about we see where the road takes us for the night. Just be warned, I know self defense and kick boxing and I’ll literally kick your ass if you try to kill me in my sleep.” 

“Egos are never too big, unless you start to believe you can rule the world. I try, I try. I think I like Lennie, suits you. Lead the way, princess.”

“Tell that to everyone else around me, apparently there is such thing as a too big ego. Lennie? Sounds good, I’ll keep it in mind. Alright, it’s down a few blocks, not that far of a walk.”

“I know the feeling, I just order stuff online or throw some money their way so that they can get their own damn gifts.”

“Okay, you sound more irritated than I feel, which is saying a lot, so I’ll just shut up until you’ve downed at least half of those.” 

“Thanks, you’re a saint,” they said with a small smile before bringing the first shot glass up to their lips and allowing the alcohol to burn it’s way down their throat.

“I’ve always been way to into Christmas, honestly.”

“Well that’s nice to know. Not many people like it these days.”

“Sorry, been a stressful past few weeks. You want some? I’m up for sharing with you if you want any.”

“Glad you understand, think the past few weeks have made me the most stressed in my life.”

“That’s your car --- I -- yes. Yes?! Is that even a question?”

“I haven’t even started, so it’s all good. I don’t think that my bank account is looking forward to the shopping I need to do. Not that many people to buy for but they’re all expensive fuckers.”

“—So the parlor may look like Christmas threw up on it. ‘Ole boss man told me to decorate and I think I went a little too far. Oops?”

“That’s -- wonderful. At least some people are in the holiday spirit.”

Don’t know, don’t care. Can’t find myself to feel bad for you because I have to deal with my father and his siblings over the holidays and I’m sure I could bet you all my savings that they’re worse.

‘ You know you’ve reached a new low when you’re considering sleeping with a guy that’s not all that good looking. I still have my self-respect, don’t worry. ‘

“Don’t worry, never doubted your self-respect. We’ve all managed to get into that place of desperation in our lives. It’ll pass, don’t worry.”

“Wow, no need to be a dick about it. I’m dancing with you, fuckin’ be nice to me.” Narrowing their eyes, Ellie looked up at the male, mostly shocked than anything. Mason wanted to go out with Ellie? “No. No more questions.”

“It’s called an exaggeration, you heard of it? Alright fine, get over it. It was a question, still wasn’t asking you to get all festive, Hewitt.” Rolling their eyes, they slowly pushed a glass over to the male. “Christmas miracles? Thought you didn’t have Christmas spirit.”