Baby, It's Cold Outside.
“I really can’t stay!” Noel protested, as her laughing friends pushed her through the door to the party. “I’ve got to get away from all this Christmas dating craziness; you know yesterday I was at a party where a guy actually told me I looked like I’d been a naughty girl, so I should feel his lumps of coal? Lumps of coal, you guys. Who would that ever even work on, seriously?” She didn’t mention that later she’d briefly considered hooking up with him anyway, just to be sure she actually did still know how it all worked down there, given that she hadn’t been with anyone in, oh, a year or so. Noel wasn’t a fan of the whole forced-dating rush of the holidays, when no one wanted to be stuck without someone to kiss under mistletoe (or, even worse, be forced to go home to their families again and listen to Grandma go on and on about how she wishes there was a baby in the house again, you know, before she dies which will be sooner than you think, you know ), so they threw themselves i