#{ I guess it's embarrass Gabby week. 👀}

[bitofthisandthat]

gamblealife said: 🌿 ( For Mark & Gabby :3 )

*♡ ˙ ˖ ✧･ﾟ —  holiday ask meme  !  —  ･ﾟ✧ ˖ ˙ ♡ *

send  🌿  for our muses to be caught under mistletoe 

Honestly, Gabby had never really been to a real holiday party that wasn’t just a cover for her sneaking in to receive ominous orders from someone there, or to nail a target she had been sent to...get. She watched idly from the back as employees and ‘friends’ drowned out their inhibitions with booze or made obnoxious fools of themselves on the floor. She crooked a brow, stably watching with her one drink in hand, silently judging them all, of course. She didn’t care to know any of them, they were employees, investors, and random ‘beautiful people’ he probably invited to generate buzz. An irritating holiday song came on, but everyone went nuts, especially as soon as the lights began to reverberate between red and green. That was her cue to step out. She gave an exasperated sigh, and rolled her eyes, taking her drink and pushing the nearest door open, getting her coveted fresh air at last, she was halfway through the doors, when she felt a hand come down on her forearm, and pull her back in. Of course it was him, of course he was acutely aware of where she was in the room at all times. She crooked a brow, wondering at this point, who was guarding who?

“Sorry, this isn’t something I can take for more than few moments at time...I mean, it’s different from going OUT, I’m fine with crowds and stupid people. Somewhat. But all this co-worker camaraderie is making me sick.” She took a LONG sip, waiting to hear his rebuttal, but instead, she got a trill of laughter.

“But I’m okay with you.” She squinted, feeling a little looser than usual. Obviously, due to the triple cocktail she had been nursing. “I don’t know why, because most of the day, you’re an unprincipled motormouth that drives me up a wall.” She cleared her throat, swishing her drink. “Sometimes, I’m looking over at you, and I think: GOD, I just want you to just. Shut. up. Shut it. Just shut it up and shut. UP. For at least 5 minutes.” She bent over slightly, gesturing with her hands, nearly spilling a few drops on him. She didn’t seem to notice how close she was, but she did notice his eyes widen a tick before his beak curled slightly into a sputtered cackle, then exploded into laughter. She pressed a finger across his mouth. “Shhhh. See. Again with the loud. I know you can be quieter, I’ve seen you do it. Your voice drops to a lower register, and you get soooo serious and focused, and then it does that thing where it vibrates in the back of your throat like velvety ice cream...” She visually shuddered, and took another gulp. "But...then...you do that stupid, loud squawking again.” She had gotten closer to him, one hand leaning on his shoulder for balance while the other gestured toward him, right in the splash zone.

She finally glanced over to his lapel, noticing that the second gesture DID get a bit of her drink on him. “I am SO sorry. Let me get that...” She set her nearly empty glass on a wandering waiter’s tray, and dragged Mark by the wrist to an alcove, where she spotted some napkins. She patted at the spill, but he didn’t say anything about her mishap, nor anything about what she had said. Her focus was awkwardly gentle, overly focused on the ‘clean up’ when she felt his hand go to the small of her back. She glanced up at him, and he nodded slyly to the top of the alcove, where there was something she hadn’t noticed in her slightly inebriated haze. Grey eyes scanned up to see a bough, and right center above them was the mistletoe. She straightened suddenly, her full height, a couple inches over his. She was a little drunk, but she was still aware, and she could feel a pit sink from her stomach down to her toes, weighing her down so she couldn’t move. Still, she cleared her throat. “I...don’t...think this tradition really matt--” she was jerked forward, the hand at her back lurching her close again, “---I mean...it could matter.” 

She nodded forward as if hypnotized, letting him drag her round so she was planted against the wall, he leaned into her hip, pulling her slightly downward so they were more eye-level. Painted lids hooded, as her lashes blinked slowly, against the warmth of his breath. She willingly sunk down against him so he could cup her cheek and bring her into a kiss. She crooked her head with his, letting him slowly taste her; her fists curled up in midair in slight protest, but loosened and clasped at his shoulders instead. Finally, he withdrew slowly, backing away with a smirk. Her eyes blinked open, wide with a rushing in her brain. She straightened again, eyes still wide and locked to his, her beak in a surprised ‘O.’

“Hm...” She blinked at him again, getting a cocky, brow raise from the parrot. “I need air...cold...cold....ohhhhh so cold, freezing air. Excuse me..”

@gamblealife​