Hyperion Hotel, Saturday

[cantgetnorelief]

Sure, it was after noon, but Anders had just woken up so as far as he was concerned it was still morning

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[sensethevisions]

Phoebe was wandering through the lobby. "When did what get here?"

[cantgetnorelief]

"That," Anders said, gesturing with his coffee cup at the mistletoe. "I sure as hell didn't put it there."

[sensethevisions]

"Oh how cool. Mistletoe."

[cantgetnorelief]

"Not cool," Anders objected. "What if I was walking through the doorway at the same time as someone else? What if you were?"

[sensethevisions]

She eyed him. "So?"

[cantgetnorelief]

As if the mistletoe were answering her question, that was when it swooped down at Veronica and the unfortunately within-proximity Anders.

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe gasped, watching this with wide eyes.

"Demonic mistletoe?"

[cantgetnorelief]

Anders was a little too preoccupied, much to his distaste, to answer for a little while, but he finally stumbled over to her looking horrified. "That was traumatic."