Mark's blue eyes were wide with shock, and tear-filled. He was actually going to cry. He looked over at Roger in shock, "Oh my god..." He muttered, had their friends really done this for their Christmas?
Roger's eyes were just as big, but less tear-filled. "Woah." Was all he said, of course Angel chuckled, and dragged the boys in. Leave it to Angel Dumott-Schunard to get things done.
Though the boys didn't notice yet, the percussionist had dragged them right under mistletoe, and she was intent on pointing that out the moment the shock wore off, she let them be, and went back to Collins, wrapping herself in his arms and pointing out her evil plan, wordlessly.
Collins chuckled, but said nothing. The pair had a relationship where words weren't needed, one could look at something, and the other would know exactly what the other was thinking. However, Collins was now wearing a satisfied smirk on his face.
No one noticed, Mimi sat cross-legged on the floor laughing at her boyfriend, who was frozen in shock, however Maureen was on top of Joann, laughing at the emotional Mark Cohen.
Angel decided now was as good a time of ever to embarrass the hell out of her friends, "Um, mistletoe!" She exclaimed, pointing up to the ceiling, "I want to see our shocked little boys kiss!"
"Sure you would, Ang," Mimi rolled her eyes, still chuckling though, she couldn't help but laugh at Angel's schemes.
Mark's blush was really all Angel needed to feel content, he was as red as an apple. The man looked more embarrassed than any member of the group had ever seen him, and they'd seen him embarrassed a lot.
"Come on, kiss." MAureen all but sang, standing up to push Roger closer to Mark, as Mimi pushed Mark closer to the guitar player, both girls chuckling.
Mark looked to his feet, "Um, no thanks... This is usually the time when someone pants me, or you know beats the crap out of the nerdy white guy..." He admitted.
"Ah, what the hell," The musician replied, catching Mark's lips in a kiss. Mark tasted like tea and caramel, the kiss was deep, and passionate everyone's eyes were wide, including Mimi, Roger's girlfriend. But Roger pulled away after a few seconds, "Okay, moving on?" He immediately shrugged it off, unphased.
Angel just raised an eyebrow, "Um, Merry Christmas, then...?"
Merry Christmas indeed Mark.