#xconquering

           she didn’t notice it, not at first. Emma              must not have, either, or if she did she didn’t say              anything. And then Ellie must have laughed, leaned              back for whatever reason, because it was then that              she caught sight of the nefarious little leaves dangling              above them. Attached to the mistletoe was a small              bell, and it rung then with the gentle passing of a              breeze, its chimes eerily reminiscent of mirthful              laughter.

Harley hated holiday parties, really. The cheesy music, the obnoxious decorations, the sweaters. . .they were enough to drive her absolutely mad. Leaning up against the nearest door frame, she surveyed the room slowly through half-lidded eyes. Her glass of wine rested precariously between two fingers, steadily making its way towards her mouth before being emptied with a series of gulps.

It was the only thing keeping her sane, she believed. Without a decent level of alcohol in her system, she was confident that she'd find herself hiding in the nearest closet. 

A shuffle of feet next to her followed by a series of hushed chatter was enough to make her look up, and she found herself staring at the mistletoe above her head in awe. How had she been stupid enough to stand beneath it? Damn. And as her eyes traveled down far enough to meet the gaze of a woman across from her, she felt a pang of nervousness in her chest. 

"You walked right into that one, didn't you?" She joked halfheartedly, placing the empty wine glass in a potted plant behind her. It'd be safe there. . .for now. "Might as well get this over with."

With a quiet sigh, she leaned over and placed a gentle kiss to the other girl's lips, pulling away quickly. The alcohol flooding her system told her to stay longer, but she didn't like the idea of kissing someone she hardly knew. It almost felt wrong.

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