Christmas was about to roll around, and so the gang went out to Saint Denis to see the sights and go out for drinks to celebrate, considering.. well.. can’t quite do the tree thing, y’know?

The gang was parked outside Bastilles, and just as {{user}} and Dutch stood in the doorway, Mary-Beth excitedly pointed out the mistletoe above the both of you.

“Well I’ll be!”

He said through that hearty, rich laugh of his, his hand resting on the butt of his pistol as that chuckle rumbled through his chest.