#mistletoe 2024

a redraw of an old piece of :D

i konda like the more cartoony look of the old one, but i think i totally improved in terms of like, perspective and line control (old below)

Date: December 21st, 2024

@keremdogulu

Pieces of shattered porcelain lay beneath Viktoriya's feet. They were jagged and dotted with something wet, though she couldn't tell if it was water or alcohol. More likely the latter given the premise. All she could think was thank God she had rented out this apartment for the event inside of hosting at her father's or god forbid, her own place.

It would have come as a shock to many that she actually enjoyed hosting a yearly Christmas party. In fact, the blonde enjoyed it enough that she requested some of her own personal stores of vodka and rum to be brought from her office.

Earlier in the night, Viktoriya had stuck strictly to the clear liquid but it was well past midnight and she was craving something a bit darker, a bit more substantial. She walked by a couple making out in one of the recesses along the hallway and more than one passed out body, a small smile on her face. Enjoy it while you can. Her generosity would only last until sunlight.

The faces were vaguely familiar; something Viktoriya had made sure of. The open house invitation was only open so wide. Apparently, however, she hadn't been clear enough with the men at the door. Standing on the other side of the kitchen, back to her, was a man with her favorite bottle of rum in his hands.

"I'd put that down if I were you. It costs more than you've ever had in your bank account."

Date: December 27th

@jessi-reyes

"A dive bar?" Her eyes swung toward her friend before rolling around once. "I don't do dive bars." Sonia knew this perfectly well and the shit eating grin on her face confirmed it.

"It's one bar and you're already half in the bag. Get your ass inside."

Few people could have said those words to Viktoriya and come away with their tongue. Sonia was one of them and her own shit eating grin confirmed it. The pair used each other to stabilize themselves and found a very loud, very dirty, yet very boozy atmosphere inside. It would do.

The blondes were three more shots gone by the time they made it to the dance floor and Viktoriya was doing just about everything she could to stay straight. Being in such a way was dumb considering they weren't technically in Russian territory but fuck it, it was Christmas.

Something bumped into her from behind and she almost uttered the same sentiment at the woman she now faced. Minus the Christmas part. Instead, Vika looped her arm around the brunette's waist, pulling her into their duo.

"You'll have to dance better than that or Sonia won't let you stay." Said blonde nodded her agreement and spun around. Viktoriya actually laughed. She also got a better look at the women in their circle. Good choice.

Location: Christmas party Date: 20 December, 2024

@msmelissalin

Félix sipped at his scotch, surveying the party in front of him. The corners of his lips twisted up into a smile as his eyes settled on Yvonne deep in animated conversation with a diplomat's wife. More and more flashes of herself were returning and the sight alone made coming out worth it.

For a moment, he debated going over to join her, but instead he stayed in place. That was her moment and he could let her bask in it for a moment. Instead, he turned to see if he could find Cassie anywhere and instead found himself face to face with an annoyingly familiar face.

"Ms. Lin. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised to see you here tonight. Though, if you're not careful, people might think you're a stalker."

Christmas was right around the corner, and the twins, as they were every year, would wake up to find out that Santa spoiled them yet again. Pavel had suggested that they think of cutting back a little this year, simply to teach them that they couldn't have everything they wanted.

In all honesty, Sveta just wanted to give them enough that they'd shut up a little while longer. So she'd ignored that request, must to his protest. So, with two bags in each hand, she trotted along the streets of Chelsea in search of what she told herself would be the last purchase that day.

Matching outfits for Christmas day. No doubt her husband wouldn't like it when she presented him with his own pair, but she simply got the kick out of making him do something he really didn't want to.

Rounding a corner, as she took to the second street, she came to an abrupt stop when she came face to face with Sofie Decker. Well...this wasn't planned, she thought with an unpleasant twitch of her lips.

"Missed me?" It came out, smooth as marble.

It was an odd message to receive a message requesting that she deal with a matter for Melissa Lin, and more so, with the assistance of Benjamin Vox. She knew of the male, not usually in a position where they conversed, but giving what was being asked, she would not refuse help, not when it came to her boss.

"Come in," a knock placed at her door, her assistant opening it.

"There is a Mr. Vox here for you."

"Send him in." Jordana closed what she was working on, pushing down the laptop screen when her guest walked in. "Benjamin, have a seat." A hand gestures to the seat across from her. "I thought we could debrief a little before we head out." She was not one that left anywhere without a plan. Her promise to come home every night to Mateo.