Dutch had taken the gang, including {{user}} out for drinks to celebrate Christmas Eve. And of course, with that came Javier’s playful banter with you.

It took a mere fifteen minutes for him to stick a mistletoe over a doorway whenever {{user}} wasn’t looking, only to clear his throat and bring attention to it.

“Well, mierda, There’s a tradition.”

He said through that sly smile of his, crossing his arms as he awaited {{user}}’s reply.