Fillmore and Sarge were arguing on their way to coffee as they did every day. The snow did little to hamper them, if anything it encouraged the bickering. Sarge was five steps into Flo's before he noticed Fillmore had stopped in the doorway. "What are you doing?"
Fillmore smiled at Sarge and motioned for him to come closer. Begrudgingly the shorter man complied and was taken by surprise when Fillmore leaned in and kissed his cheek. Sarge's eyes widened and a hot blush spread across his cheeks. Flustered and half panicked, he pushed the taller man away, causing Fillmore to fall. "What have I told about when we're in public!? Who knows-"
"Chill man we're under the Mistletoe. Nobody's gonna question me kissin' you." The hippie interrupted quietly, giving him a crooked smile.
Sarge looked up to see that yes there was indeed mistletoe hanging in the doorway above them. With a sigh, he helped Fillmore up. "That there is. Are you alright?" Sarge said, sounding reprimanded. That was as close to saying sorry as the older man would get.
Fillmore had an understanding smile. "I'm alright Sarge. No harm no foul." He slug an arm over the smaller man's shoulders. "Let's get our coffee."
Sarge glared at him, but stayed silent and didn't bother to take the arm around him off. He decided to enjoy their closeness for the moment. If anybody said anything about them he could always say he's humoring the hippie. Fillmore would understand. He always did.