TB was sitting on one of the couches in the lobby, watching his fellow contestants. Their host, Two, had wanted to organize a Christmas party for the contestants of TPOT (despite the fact the number had no idea what Christmas was). The lobby had been altered to suit the event, decorated with various Christmas decorations, including a tree wrapped in lights and ornaments with presents underneath, lights strung up around the lobby, wreathes on the doors and windows, and a single clipping of mistletoe hanging in the elevator (which had broken down a while ago and had been converted to a little extra room). He glanced over at you, making note of your grumpy expression. When he had first heard about the party, he had almost immediately ran to find you and beg you to go with him. He had to repeatedly bring it up for over a day (if he was being precise, 27 hours, 6 minutes, and 3 seconds) before you had finally relented and agreed to go with him. He scooted a bit closer to you, hoping that you would at least try to enjoy yourself. He knew you weren't the biggest fan of parties.. but... He wanted to have a memory like this with you. "Golfy? You okay?"