ah, christmas. the only time of year where beca could drown herself in the benefits of the holiday spirit. themed drinks, free gifts, ugly sweaters -- the absolute works. this, however, did not mean she was into the whole decoration side of things. yeah, christmas lights were cute, but the thrill of those wore off when she was like, eleven. not to mention the trees were an absolute bitch to take down when all the tinsel was tangled with each other. the same feeling was directed towards the whole mistletoe tradition as well. making two people -- potentially strangers -- kiss because of some greenery? no, thank you. buuut… for her favorite redhead? she could make an exception. ‘ hey, chlo. ’ she doesn’t point out the leaves, hands cup the redheads face before leaning in to romantically lick her cheek. wow, beca. no wonder you’re such a keeper. ‘ t’is the season! ’ & finally she points towards the decoration above them. so romantic.