Mari had been at the party since the beginning. Spending Christmas in England was nice and all, but it left her totally removed from her friends. Now she didn't know who had stolen who's boyfriend and was totally out of touch. In fact she had spent the last two hours catching up on gossip and drinking like a fish. As she was walking back to the kitchen to steal some poor girl's vodka she caught a flash of gold, and then some boobs about eye level.

"Holy shit Emilie" she cackled, looking up at the older girl. "You look like a Christmas cracker!" She swished her own shirt around. "Personally, I went for a more demure look, you know?"