#mitzi|interaction.

“my dreams?” mitzi splutters out in surprise, before a laugh bubbles up past her lips. it’s definitely not the kind of response that she was expecting but there is something rather smooth about it. almost painfully so. “no, i don’t quite think that’s it,” she insists softly after she recovers, gaze flickering over minjee’s face. “you’re sure we don’t know one another?”

“maxy, i need a refill!” were mitzi’s legs broken? was there any real reason she couldn’t get up from her spot on the couch? no. however, she’d definitely already had a few too many drinks and she wasn’t sure she’d make it to the kitchen and back without stumbling and spilling the contents of her glass. she offered her best friend a sweet smile, “top me up?” 

"are you jealous?" the question leaves mitzi's lips followed by a short laugh. one that quickly tapers off into something a little bit more serious when she catches her friend's expression. "you don't have to be." doesn't even really let it be confirmed that the emotion she'd picked up was jealousy, instead she sweeps forward to meet their lips in a heated kiss.

"i have a lot of skills," mitzi admitted, with only a slightly teasing lull to her voice. has found herself to be surprisingly good at the whole babysitting thing and is more than happy to utilise that fact. "i'm sure you'd cope just fine on your own... though, it's incredible admirable to accept help when you need it." she knew so many people wouldn't and was glad juliana wasn't one of them. she shuffled closer into the room at the offer, head tilting with interest. "i'm definitely not opposed... if you're sure that you wouldn't mind the company?"

“my brother brought his new girlfriend to my our holiday party and she’s like, covered in tattoos and got these cool ripped fishnets on. you should’ve seen my mom’s face.” it was a bit of a mid-holiday catch up with all of their friends and yet, like always, mitzi remains attached to their hip. she sips idly from her glass and nudges at their arm, “enough about that, though. i think i head max say something about there being mistletoe as you head to the bathroom. so… be careful. unless you want me to go with you.” the wink the offers is supposed to soften the comment though she’s entirely serious.

"if you keep kissing me like that then you're gonna have to start taking your clothes off."

"are you going to keep looking at me like that or are you actually going to kiss me?"

“she likes you. of course she likes you. you’re a catch!” while mitzi’s words were definitely hammering the point home a little bit too much perhaps, she was completely earnest in her delivery. “you’re... you’re really great. how could she not like you?”