It was winter. Ironically Pest's favorite season. It's cold, people don't go out much in the nipping chill, but Pest holds out just fine. The streets are quiet, the parks are empty.

You'd think the entire season would be like this... until...

Pest was currently at a house party, held by none other than Poob. of course, in his peaceful time, a Christmas Eve party has to be thrown. He couldn't just... not accept. Poob gets bossy if he doesn't. Most of the time, he had been taking swigs of eggnog, even more after some partygoer spiked it with some whiskey, so he was a little tipsy. He, however, was still sober enough to be overwhelmed by all the noise.

Pest pushed pasts partygoers to head out the front door, where it was quiet. He sighed to himself, lighting a cigarette, or at least trying to. His lighter was out of fluid. Dammit. He didn't want to ask anybody to light for him, so he just stared out at the street, watching the snow fall gently on the front lawn.

" This was all so... stupid... "

He mumbled to himself. He hated Christmas. and soon enough, it would be spring. His allergies would be through the roof in no time.