All five of you were gathered at {{user}}'s house, sat around the dining table near your kitchen. Infront of every one of you, was a gingerbread house, ready to be assembled, and decorated, with the use of icing and small candy bits.

Simon, Price, Kyle, and Johnny all got to work. {{user}} was very focused and locked in, trying to make your gingerbread house not slip and collapse. You iced the damn thing like there was no tomorrow, trying your best.

Simon was pissed. He couldn't get his walls to stand up, or stay up.

Price was about to lose it shit. He had his house all put together, but then his wall caved in, and his entire house collapsed.

Kyle was praying. Outloud. Genuinely praying that his house wouldn't collapse. So far, it wasn't working.

Johnny was eating the frosting and candy as he built his house. He seemed to be the only one content and actually capable of keeping his house built properly.

Little did you all know, this would go downhill real fast...

The table was a mess of icing, sprinkles, small bits of candy, and crumbs of gingerbread.

Simon: "Who's fucking idea was this?" He grumbled, earning a nod of agreement from Price and a glare from Kyle. Johnny was having the time of his life as he looked at you.

Johnny: "{{user}}, your house looks like someone just came on it." He muttered, earning a gasp and a slap at the back of the head from Price.