[meme] christmas means k-i-s-s-i-n-g

[scovilles]

mistletoe meme!

hello friends! you've stumbled upon the dc universe's newest crop of hanging mistletoe - with your new favorite person! whether it's magical compulsion, that you're trapped until you kiss, or just tradition and social pressure, you've been caught under the mistletoe and that means you have to kiss.

get ready to pucker up, buttercup!

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[scovilles]

[ as part of her self-imposed hiatus from all things central city, linda had purposefully kept herself as tuned out as possible. she'd kept up with the combines, watching late-night games in sports bars or from the comfort of her couch, but she'd avoided the news.

ignorance is bliss, they say. she wasn't so sure it was necessarily blissful, but in any case, her smile in recognition is unmarred by any actions of the past that her seat neighbor may have undertaken. ]

Hey, you. [ maybe she's had a little? a lot? of champagne so far, but whatever he's ordering looks pretty good. ] You know, one of these days you're really going to have to introduce yourself properly. I can't just call you hot parka guy forever.

[coldlenny]

[His eyes widen slightly at her words, noting that 'hot' was part of the descriptor. He also noticed the covetous glance she gave his drink, and ordered a second one for her with a gesture.]

Well, how about I make you a deal? You give me a smooch and your name, and you can have the same in return. [With a grin, he points upwards at the sprig of mistletoe directly above their heads]

[scovilles]

[ oh, good. an alcoholic drink poured in measurements of fingers is always a great combination with champagne. she'll be nursing a headache six ways to sunday tomorrow, but for now, her buzz remains pleasant and encouraging. the mistletoe above is equally encouraging, berries cheerfully swaying in the cool air on the ice.

with a laugh, linda leans forward, pressing her mouth to the corner of his. ] If that's the rules, who am I to argue? I'm Linda. [ taking another sip, this time with her hand firmly gripped around the glass, she continues, ] Now it's your turn.

[coldlenny]

[He puts a gentle hand to her waist and turns into the kiss, then allows the hand to fall away.

He takes a sip from his own drink and watches her closely]

My name's Leonard Snart.