No, I'll return to Tiny's Tavern.

When you return to Tiny’s Tavern, it’s already dark outside. You go inside expecting Delilah, but you’re met by Miranda again, and she’s alone.

“Back already?” Miranda says with a small smirk. “I almost thought you would be gone for the rest of the holiday weekend.”

“Of course,” you look around. “Delilah here?”

Miranda purrs. “She’s dressing up for you. Didn’t want to disappoint her boyfriend with her work uniform.”

“I thought you were expecting me to come back so early,” you sit on the bar and lean in. Miranda sets a shot glass in front of you and pours Old Forester bourbon into it. You look at the shot and then back at her.

“I wasn’t, but Delilah was certain you would be.”

“Sounds like Delilah,” you say.

“Sounds like Delilah,” Miranda agrees.

Just as your banter is about to spill out of the small talk, Delilah returns wearing a red dress with black flats and a Santa hat. She’s applied more makeup than usual, giving her an unchararitsically hot appearance. Her eyeliner was gentle pink and sparkling. Her lips were glossy soft red. Her choppy hair was styled with mistletoe and fake snow.

She runs over and hugs you, nearly throwing you off the chair. Was every girl this happy this time of year? When you wrap your arms around Delilah, you feel her bareback and warmth. “You look nice!” Delilah exclaims, inches from your face.

“You…” you double-check Delilah. She’s even put on perfume. “Look nice too?”

She swallows, and a human expression joins the blush on her cheeks. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve never seen you so dolled up before in my entire time knowing you.”

“Just because I don’t usually dress up doesn’t mean I don’t know how to dress up for the occasion,” Delilah kisses you on the lips, leaving a smear of her lipstick behind. “Now, I know you wanted me to play a song for you, and I totally will, but do you want to just head back to my place for a couple of drinks?”

Miranda, left on the sidelines, decides to back out completely. Delilah’s eyes drift to a co-worker briefly before fixing on you again. She’s absolutely, and she’s got herself melting on top of you like you’ve been on her mind ever since you left.

“What do you want to do?”

“I’d like to play the song first,” she admits. “But I really do want to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas morning with you.”

You chuckle, drawing her closer to you. “So, no matter what, I’m spending the night at your place?”

Delilah bites her tongue as she nods. Looking innocently submissive at you. “Is that a problem?”