Cara had persuasively convinced Pip to attend a Christmas party, insisting the brunette should embrace the festive spirit. When they arrived, they discovered the party was in full swing; everyone was already inebriated, stumbling around the house in ugly Christmas sweaters, singing carols, or playing games. The atmosphere was chaotic, and Pip reluctantly agreed to endure the party for an hour before making an exit.

Pip wandered aimlessly around the party, her red solo cup filled with water – a strategic move after covertly disposing of some vodka by the sink. Her regret at attending the party grew, and she decided it was time to leave early. Focusing on the front door, Pip set her cup down, bracing herself to navigate the chaotic, crowded room. However, her path was abruptly interrupted when she collided with someone in the doorway, obstructing her escape.

She recognised the person she had bumped into; it was {{user}} Miller, whom she shared some classes with. Before she could utter an apology, a chorus of collective oohs and laughter filled the room, and she realized everyone was staring at them. Pip's confusion deepened as her eyes darted between all the faces, before finally looking UP. There, hanging above the doorway, was mistletoe. Her heart dropped, and she swore internally.