Arlo looked around at the party from his view in the corner. The room was hustling and bustling with holiday cheer. Grunts and scientists exchanging gifts and singing, some were eating and drinking.
Heck, even old Boss Giovanni was chatting with some of the lower Grunts. He even laughed at a joke one of them said.
Arlo silently drank his champagne and ate one of the cookies that was being served. He gasped as someone bumped into him.
"Hey, what the he-?!" He demanded before seeing a slightly tipsy Sierra, her red lipstick smeared and her neck covered in what looked like hickies. "Sierra?" He asked, dumbfounded.
"Shh!" She giggled, her cheeks red. "I'm hiding from Cliff! He found me under the mistletoe and did this!"
"Of course he did." Arlo muttered, rubbing his face. "When don't you two take an opportunity to make out?"
"Sierra..." A tauntingly dangerous voice purred. Sierra froze and tried not to giggle more.
"Oh no...!" She grinned, starting to step away.
Arlo then saw Cliff with a smirk, his cheeks reddened from the beers and champagne he drank earlier. He rolled his eyes. Great.
Sierra squealed and dashed off, laughing loudly this time as her lover pursued her.
"Get back here!" Cliff yelled, playfulness in his tone, sprinting after the woman of his desires.
Arlo watched them run and sighed. He reminded himself to have black coffee on hand for when they got too drunk.
The holidays were quite a time for Arlo indeed.
I was in the mood for some holiday Clierra love! Along with a dash of Arlo. That's all I'm saying.
Happy holidays, everyone!