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fandomtownies2024-12-16 11:36 am
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Trooper Station, Monday, December 16, 2024
Steve arrived in a great mood because Navy had been Army in the Army-Navy game on Saturday. His good mood fizzled out when he noticed the mistletoe stalking him through the office.
"This is a place of business," he muttered, rummaging through his desk drawer until he found the squirt bottle of RoundUp he'd kept since last December and aimed it at the ceiling. "I'm not kissing anyone in a place of business."
For a plant hanging from the ceiling, the mistletoe looked decidedly sulky as it retreated. Steve watched it go with a shrug. What the Troopers did on their side of the office wasn't his concern
The Trooper Station was open! Steve was happy to be distracted from the phone calls about pushy mistletoe.
"This is a place of business," he muttered, rummaging through his desk drawer until he found the squirt bottle of RoundUp he'd kept since last December and aimed it at the ceiling. "I'm not kissing anyone in a place of business."
For a plant hanging from the ceiling, the mistletoe looked decidedly sulky as it retreated. Steve watched it go with a shrug. What the Troopers did on their side of the office wasn't his concern
The Trooper Station was open! Steve was happy to be distracted from the phone calls about pushy mistletoe.