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December 7th prompt- Under the Mistletoe / December 15th prompt- Office Party

While you had never been one for office parties, it was hard to pass up an invitation, especially when your best friend was also your boss. Laughter filled the hallways, and overlapping swing music crackled through several gramophones in the building. You were currently hiding in a corner, nursing a drink, as per usual. It's not as if you particularly liked hiding, or anything...

Everything was just so loud, compressed. You couldn't handle such things for so long, which was why, after a while, Damien came looking for you.

"(Y/N)? Everything alright?" Looking up, and sure enough, there he was. Wine glass in hand and cane in another, hair combed back and suit finely pressed. As always, there was an endearing amount of kindness in his equianimous expression, melted-chocolate eyes brighter than normal... probably the alcohol. After you nodded, he smiled placidly, sitting down next to you. "Would you blame me if I didn't quite believe you, old friend?"

That made you laugh. "No, I suppose I can't."

"So, what is wrong?"

Sighing quietly, you took a sip of your drink before responding. "Just contemplating life, Damien."

The mayor quirked a brow. "Relationship problems?" You nearly spat out your drink, staring at him. That wasn't where you had been going with this conversation, and you really didn't want to have that conversation with... anyone, him in particular. When you shook your head, he let out a quiet, intoxicated chuckle. "Then, why sit under the mistletoe?"

Letting out a quiet squeal in surprise, you looked up, where sure enough, the innocent-looking plant was hanging above. Clutching the drink against your chest, you mumbled, "You're sitting here too..."

He nodded, placing his drink down on the floor. "We don't have to if you don't want to," Damien murmured.

"It- it's okay," you whispered, internally cursing the stutter. He smiled at you fondly, and he leaned in, giving you a brief, gentle peck on the lips. Your heart fluttered quietly, and when Damien pulled away, you said, "Dami, you call that a kiss?"

That earned a quiet laugh.

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December 7th prompt- Under the Mistletoe / December 15th prompt- Office Party

While you had never been one for office parties, it was hard to pass up an invitation, especially when your best friend was also your boss. Laughter filled the hallways, and overlapping swing music crackled through several gramophones in the building. You were currently hiding in a corner, nursing a drink, as per usual. It's not as if you particularly liked hiding, or anything...

Everything was just so loud, compressed. You couldn't handle such things for so long, which was why, after a while, Damien came looking for you.

"(Y/N)? Everything alright?" Looking up, and sure enough, there he was. Wine glass in hand and cane in another, hair combed back and suit finely pressed. As always, there was an endearing amount of kindness in his equianimous expression, melted-chocolate eyes brighter than normal... probably the alcohol. After you nodded, he smiled placidly, sitting down next to you. "Would you blame me if I didn't quite believe you, old friend?"

That made you laugh. "No, I suppose I can't."

"So, what is wrong?"

Sighing quietly, you took a sip of your drink before responding. "Just contemplating life, Damien."

The mayor quirked a brow. "Relationship problems?" You nearly spat out your drink, staring at him. That wasn't where you had been going with this conversation, and you really didn't want to have that conversation with... anyone, him in particular. When you shook your head, he let out a quiet, intoxicated chuckle. "Then, why sit under the mistletoe?"

Letting out a quiet squeal in surprise, you looked up, where sure enough, the innocent-looking plant was hanging above. Clutching the drink against your chest, you mumbled, "You're sitting here too..."

He nodded, placing his drink down on the floor. "We don't have to if you don't want to," Damien murmured.

"It- it's okay," you whispered, internally cursing the stutter. He smiled at you fondly, and he leaned in, giving you a brief, gentle peck on the lips. Your heart fluttered quietly, and when Damien pulled away, you said, "Dami, you call that a kiss?"

That earned a quiet laugh.