{Tony} "would you look at that"
Graceful was not a word that could describe India. Something that was further proven when she found herself tripping over her own feet and being caught by a complete stranger. A handsome stranger, nonetheless. She could blame the fall on alcohol, but there was no alcohol on her breath and she had been serving this stranger for about fifteen minutes, so the lie would not have been a convincing one. It was when she was about to say something (and remove herself from his lap) that the words were shouted at them over the blaring music in the nightclub. Eyebrows furrowing, she followed his gaze to the mistletoe that was positioned above them. She vaguely recalled hanging mistletoe in random places around the club with Vik at five in the morning when she was half-asleep and smirked as she let her gaze meet his face. He was an attractive stranger and that was all the reason– however shallow it was– that she needed to kiss him, so without hesitation, she took his face in her hands and leaned in closer. “For catching me when I fell,” she whispered somewhat dramatically, her lips meeting his before he could respond.
