2D stared blankly out the living room window. December 25th and not a single flake of snow. Some Christmas.
He sighed heavily and turned on his heel, walking to the kitchen. A stiff drink and a few painkillers would take care of the migraine that was already sinking in.
As he found, Murdoc had already cleaned the fridge of anything alcoholic, and was most likely sleeping it off somewhere upstairs. He groaned loudly to himself.
There was a tap on his shoulder.
"2D-san?"
He turned around.
"Yes luv?"
Noodle brought from behind her back a bottle of gin that was wrapped in red ribbon, which was identical to the one in her hair, and handed it to him.
"Merry Christmas" she giggled sheepishly.
He smiled, the gap in his teeth showing badly.
"Fanks luv."
She giggled again. 2D stepped forward to give her a hug and was hit in the forehead by something green hanging from the ceiling.
"'Ow long 'as this been 'ere?" he asked, looking at a small sprig of mistletoe dangling in front of his face.
Noodle giggled wildly. She had known that it was there all along. Without missing a beat, she leapt up and planted a kiss on 2D's lips, then skipped away to conceal her bright blush. She was glad that she had hung that there yesterday.
Back in the kitchen, 2D was still musing. Noodle has seemed a bit egar to kiss him…
"Ah well" he said to himself "She's 20 now. C'n do wha' she wants."
And with that, he unwrapped his present and began to pry off the top. It flew across the room, and he didn't bother to retrieve it. He poured a tall glass for himself and quickly downed it.
"Oit. You gonna share any o' tha' denthead?" came a gruff, slightly hungover voice from behind him.
"You wan' some Muds?"
"No, ahm jis makin' sure meh vocal cords still work." He said sarcastically.
"Oh. Okay then."
Murdoc snatched the bottle from his hand. "An' ah thought you couldn't get any stupider faceache." He growled.
2D's face turned white.
"Ay Muds. Look up."
Murdoc glanced at the ceiling.
"Ay. 'Ow long 'as that been there?"
A stupid grin spread across 2D's face, and as if driven by instinct, he lunged foreward and gave Murdoc a smack on the lips, then pranced away like a little girl before Murdoc could hit him. Murdoc just stood dumbly in the middle of the kitchen floor, unsure of what had just happened.
"Hey Muds. What's all the noise about?"
Russel asked, lumbering into the kitchen.
"No fuckin way!" Murdoc screamed, running out of the room before Russel could get any closer. Russel just quirked an eyebrow and looked at the tiny sprig hanging from the ceiling.
"Hmm. How long's that been there?"