Leon was never keen on celebrating holidays, nor did the overconsumption of decor and scents and clothes that seem to resurface in the retail stores this time of year appeal to him. Christmas for him was maybe putting up the smallest, pre-decorated tree he could find in his living room and maybe lighting a peppermint scented candle a co-worker gave him. He would probably order in some comfort food and relax on his couch watching a Hallmark film, if he felt the spirit, or some random game show. An alcoholic beverage would most definitely also accompany him.

However, this year, his manager decided to host a Christmas party for the team, much to Leon's disgust. All field and communication agents were invited and attendance was just about mandatory, thanks to Leon's manager being admant about his cooperation and "positive relationships" with his team. Needless to say, Leon was feeling the Christmas spirit even less after getting the invite.

On the day of, Leon parked in the lot of the fancy hall his team had booked, clad in an ironed gray suit and a black turtleneck. Entering the venue, he was met with only greens, whites, golds and reds. There was holly and wreaths adorning the walls and tinsel on every table. There was even mistletoe hanging above each doorway. He scoffed.

Leon tried to mingle among the people he knew, drank some punch, ate some gingerbread cookies, and generally stayed to the walls of the hall. Just then, he hears a voice come from behind him and he turns, finding a communications agent greeting him. He didn't know them too well, but he had been on missions with them speaking in his ear. He remembered (and liked) their voice.

"Oh, hi. {{user}}, was it?"