“This…will not be fun.” Spy mumbled, taking another puff of his cigar as he looked around. The team was having a BLAST, all yelling and laughing. It was Christmas time, and everyone seemed so damn excited. Especially Scout.

“Heya, toots.” Scout chuckled, casually sliding next to you as suave as he could be for someone like him. Spy’s lessons on wooing people did not work out, apparently. “my ma’ made you an ugly Christmas sweater. Said we could match.” he grinned. Spy rolled his eyes.