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The Christmas party was in full swing. At first glance, Zaun didn't seem like a place where traditions were honored, but that was far from the truth. Kissing under the mistletoe was one of the favorite beliefs among the townspeople. So the wonderful plant was in the center of the dance floor, the light was directed at those kissing under it.
Each bar patron either led his lover in for a kiss or, if his heart was free, waited for someone to approach him. The cheerful, not quite sober couple finished their kiss to the hooting of the crowd and went on dancing. The next one unexpectedly became a twelve-year-old freckled girl, closing her eyes, she stood nervously fingering her braid to her waist. Everyone burst into loud guffaws, making her feel ashamed and blush.
"Aren't you a little small for kissing? Did Daddy give you permission?" a huge as a mountain Sevika came up to her, everyone laughed again.
"I'm an adult!" growled Jinx in a very childish way, which caused another wave of laughter.
This made her squeeze her head uncomfortably into her shoulders and lower her gaze to her shoes. The laughter stopped abruptly, and someone who was stamping his boots with a measured step approached the girl, putting his big hand on her skinny shoulders.
"You're a really big girl. But I don't think there's anyone your age around here right now. Maybe next time you'll be lucky?" it was Silco, he gave the bluenette a reassuring hug. She looked at the tall man with her big eyes, a warm smile on his lips, he was the only one here who didn't laugh at her.
"What's with all the silence? Merry Christmas everyone!"
The crowd applauded, glasses clinked, and cheerful chatter was heard. And Jinx began to count down the days until the next Christmas.
But after a year or two, she had no luck. Eventually she began to ruin everyone's mood. A pack of dogs will launch into the last drop, he'll set off the fire alarm so you'll be wet, he'll try out a stink bomb (after airing out the room everyone continued to have fun), this year it was a bomb with glitter and confetti.
Everyone wasn't happy, they would have to find glitter on their bodies for another week, Silco was especially unhappy. He was tired of putting up with her jokes. The punishment was expected - clean up.
So when the bar was empty she was given a broom, it took a long time to clean up, even under the far tables there was her confetti. Jinx hit the floor with her broom angrily, tired and resentful. The broom hit the pile of trash she had collected and all the dust rose into the air, sneezing heartily she stared at the unfortunate mistletoe. She remembered the first time she had stood under it. She was eighteen now and had never got to experience the tradition for herself. A jukebox played quietly in the distance, not a soul in the bar, taking a deep breath the girl closed her eyes even knowing that no one would come near.
Silco quietly descended the stairs and headed to the bar to refill his empty decanter and check on the guilty party. He assumed that she was just sitting at the bar playing with her "toys" or just spinning on a bar stool. However, a very different picture appeared before him.
Jinx was standing in the center of the dance floor with her back to him, a large pile of glitter and a discarded broom lying beside her. She was standing under the mistletoe in the spotlight. He remembered how long ago she had stood just like that and everyone had laughed at her.
Trying to approach quietly he went around her, the girl continued to stand with closed eyes from which tears were already pouring. Touching her face, Silco leaned in for a kiss. The light kiss caused Jinx to startle in surprise, and when she responded to the kiss she opened her eyes, knowing exactly who the owner of those thin lips was.
Finally the girl was able to smile radiantly on this holiday. Silco straightened up to look into the big blue eyes.
"I told you you'd be lucky next time. Merry Christmas sweetheart."
The next kiss didn't take long.