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Devil's Nest, Monday Evening

"No."

This was delivered flatly to the mistletoe that was hovering around Verity tonight, sometimes zipping over to Tiny instead. Verity had been batting that thing away all evening, like a particularly obnoxious mosquito. "You're worse than the mice and their Holy Feast of I Swear, Daddy, I'll Kiss the Next Man That Walks Through That Door." Tiny perked up. "Yes, that's a real thing and no it's not tonight and no you're never finding out where I live, so it doesn't matter anyway."

Verity was going to turn her back on both Tiny and the mistletoe and continue to take inventory of the bottles of alcohol behind the bar. Hopefully when she turned around again, one or both would be gone.

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Tiny is there for your booze (and maybe even kissing!) needs.

You do you, and Verity wouldn't judge.

...Much.

Liam hadn't actually been to the Devil's Nest before, but Verity had ~~handwavily~~ mentioned that she worked here Monday nights, so. Here he was.

"Well, I guess that answers the 'is this just happening at the Trooper Station or not' question," he noted as he observed the mistletoe.

"Oh, please tell me you've figured out how to make it go away!" Verity complained. "There's a free drink in it for you. I sent Tiny to go count straws in the supply closet hoping it would follow, but apparently I'm not that lucky."

"Well, kind of," Liam said. "And it's pretty much the thing you'd expect when it comes to mistletoe and this time of year."

Thankfully, the mistletoe wasn't terribly picky about the kind of kiss. Which was a relief when you worked in a place where your coworkers were all clones, and thus basically siblings.

"It doesn't, like, get bored?" Verity asked, sounding a little hopeful. "Go away on its own?"

Because, honestly...Tiny.

"If it was going to, I'd think seeing a bunch of actual clones blow kisses at each other from across the station would do it," Liam said with a sigh. That had been his entire afternoon, Verity. Hence why he'd kind of felt the need for a drink.

Oh god, she was sliding a beer over to him right now. Because that was an image that would linger and she'd only gotten the secondhand description. "Did blowing kisses work?" she asked.

The mistletoe hovered around her face until she swatted it away. She had a feeling that no matter Liam's answer, this sprig wasn't going to settle for a full on lip lock.

"Thankfully, yes," Liam said, taking a grateful swig of that beer. "But not until everyone made sure everyone else got a 'kiss' from them."

It was a good thing there wasn't typically a lot of work to do at the station, because nothing of substance really got done today.

"So quantity or quality, great," Verity said with a sigh and grabbed a beer for herself. "Since I don't see anything flying after you, how many times have you been kissed today then?"

She asked. Casually.

"Uh," he ran a hand through his hair and gave her a somewhat embarassed look. "Calvin decided to go for a kiss on the cheek," he admitted. "Everyone else decided the long-distance option was the way to go." Which was fine with Liam, thanks.

"Hmm, let's try," Verity suggest and blew Liam a kiss.

The mistletoe swirled around as if to say Nice try.

Liam raised an eyebrow as he glanced over at the mistletoe. "I don't think it bought that," he commented dryly.

"I'm going to turn it into a salad," Verity snarked. "And feed it to Tiny."

Was it possible for a sprig of mistletoe to look indignant? Because this one did.

"I think you offended it," Liam observed, trying not to laugh.

"Yeah, well, it's been annoying me all day," Verity declared. "You spend three hours fending off Tiny and tell me how charitable you feel."

Liam spared Tiny a glance and then looked back at Verity, nodding in a 'I see your point' kind of way.

"Well," he said slowly. "There's an option other than Tiny now," he pointed out. "If you wanted to give an actual kiss a try."

Verity slowly set her beer down. "Yeah?" she asked, giving him a long look. Which then turned into a smile. "Yeah, you know, I think I would."

Liam slid his own drink out of the way and leaned over the bar to give Verity a kiss that was, well-

Short, and a little hesitant. But, he hoped, better than anything Tiny would have been able to offer.

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It helped that she didn't want anything Tiny would be offering, no matter how skilled. But Liam, though...yeah, Liam was a different matter entirely.

"Mmm," she said with a small smile, leaning back on the other side of the bar. "When'd you learn how to do that?"

Because he was hesitant, yes, but she'd still enjoyed it a great deal.

"I didn't, technically. Learn it, I mean," Liam replied. Thanks, genetic memories!

The mistletoe hand hung around a little while longer on the off-chance there was more kissing on the docket. Since it seemed unlikely there'd be more in the very immediately future, it whirled around them both and then zipped towards the door, escaping through the mail slot.

"Another thing you missed out on," Verity teased. "Awkward expermentation in your teens. Now I'm jealous."

Liam snickered. "You know, that was actually one of the first things anyone said to me? That I didn't miss anything important, and 'Take it from me, puberty sucked.'"

"I mean, whoever said that wasn't wrong," Verity said with a shudder for her memories of early adolescence. "It's equal measures painful and embarrassing. I spent most of it wanting to scream at people and kiss them in roughly equal measure. Sometimes both at the same time."

Hey I remembered this week!

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Talk to Verity

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