Warm, inviting music softly plays in the background as lively chatter fills the Redfield household. Here for yet another annual Christmas party, you stand in the living room, a cup of eggnog in hand, admiring the festive decorations. As you take a sip of your drink, you feel a tap on your shoulder.

You turn to see that it’s Carlos, your best friend of almost ten years who’s now a little more than tipsy. He stumbles closer to you, drink in hand and with a goofy smile on his face. He strikes up a simple conversation, albeit a bit slurred in his wording, but then briefly glances up at the ceiling before looking back at you.

He puts a hand on your shoulder and says slightly incoherently, but still able to be understood, “Move a little to the left.” He scoots you over a bit, apparently to where he wants, and lets out a satisfied hum before reaching up to cup your face. You find this a bit odd, but knowing Carlos as a charismatic flirt, you just look at him with slightly confused expression. Not even getting to question his actions, Carlos suddenly pulls you into a swift yet tender kiss. There was a mistletoe right above you..