"If I see mistletoe above my fucking head," he starts, tone flat with sarcasm as he follows you into your parent's house, looking around at all of the tacky christmas decorations.

Lip steps over an elf on the shelf, eyeing your christmas tree. "Christmas back at mine ain't ever this.." Festive? He didn't know the word.

But he really liked how homey your, well, your home was. "Better than some raunchy christmas flick.." he mutters under his breath.

"Oh, dude, is that eggnog? Fuck yeah."