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Rep eyed the mistletoe with rapidly broadening grinch-like evil grin. Looked like Melvin wanted to share in the lipstick in question.

"Well well well. ******** looks like it to me. Guess we all know what that means."

He gave Harrison a nod and leaned in to messily plant a kiss on whichever of Melvin's cheeks were nearest him.

Melvin wasn't for half-hugs - or hugs much at all. It was actually a topic Rep had issues with before he and Melvin had a talk about it and Melvin expressed his issues with people hugging him. Sure, it was fine if he knew for sure they were very well kept - which I guess everyone was at the moment, but Rep was also wearing a bunch of dead animals on him and Melvin did not know Harrision enough to have him lounging on him. It was odd, considering how serious and rather professional the man seemed every time Melvin talked to him.

Surprised and in the first stage of panic, he was left wondering why the hell Harrision was touching him, and then picking stuff off the floor! He honest thought he was going to drop floor cake on his clean hair, and jerked back only to - wow. For a moon, Harrison worked out. What did this guy bench press?

When he noticed it was mistletoe, his eyes grew and he looked around. "No. No-no-no. Not again. Don't you -"

And just like that, he had two foreign lips pressed on either side of his face, sandwiching him between sticky lipstick. The bag of foxfires dropped with a yelp before he managed to squirm out and rub at his cheeks like a 10 year old who was just assaulted by their great grandmother.

"Why would you do that?!" He whined to them both, feeling the thick makeup only smear on his lips whenever he tried to rub it. Damnit! He didn't carry around makeup remover!!!

Rep just cracked the ******** up, no one did indignant like Melvin.

"Hahahah, red really is your colour honey." He reapplied the messy as ******** lipstick just in case anyone else felt like being a smartarse. Giving a grin flecked with red at the blonde man.

Melvin searched his back pocket for a small packet of napkins and was wiping his cheek as he just narrowed his eyes at Rep. "I am so glad your self of humor recovered with you. Just thrilled." Well, at least Rep was recovered, and for that he couldn't be too mad.

Looking at the tissue he was using, he could tell he was going to need to find something to get this makeup off. While Rep and Harrison noticed Jordan farther off, Melvin took notice of how makeup-less and un-tortured the other man was, and then looked over to Rin.

"Rin, you don't have makeup on." Which was funny considering she was the only woman here. "You should bring Jordan over." Because misery wanted company.

Rin watched silently as her boyfriend was sexually assaulted by the two larger men, resulting in more foxfires running around free again. Well, that was certainly a thing. She waited until they finished having their fun at his expense before seizing Melvin by the chin for inspection.

"Hold still," her tone was stern.

She turned his head side to side for inspection before abruptly kissing both cheeks and then his lips, contrary to Melvin's beliefs, she was wearing dark red lipstick tonight and easily marked over the red smudges with the perfect shapes of her own lipstick laden lips.

"There. All better," she advised.

At this time, it appeared the two had bigger prey in their sights. She couldn't help but smirk, "I can take his legs and Melvin can take his arms." She offered without looking at anyone in particular. Mustn't look involved, you see.

Jerry jumped a bit at the sudden voice, blinking down at the smaller guy he recognized as the young man who followed Rep around like a puppy. "Er- I ah- suppose I should have um. Cleaned up better I had no idea there was a party going on- Al, it's me," He smiled uneasily, blushing behind the burn-scar spotted beard scruff. "I guess I missed Hanukkah this year..." He sagged a bit, looking far more crestfallen than he should have. There was that feeling in his chest, that uplifting, joyful sort he should have recognized by now, but really it just screamed he was in a severe need for mulled wine.

He tried to get his baring, smiling softly with relief at Rep, Jordan and gang off to one side, and Robert's struggling in a wall on the other. After months of alone in a room, with just doctors prodding at him periodically this much social interaction was almost overwhelming. Where did he even start?

"Is um. Are there any drinks?" He finally managed.