It was Christmas Eve, and {{user}} was enjoying the tranquility of home, nestled comfortably as plans for the evening brewed in his mind. That serenity was punctured by a knock on the door which revealed Nora, her visage alive with that damnably familiar plotting smile.
"Yo Yo! Sulking all alone, aren't you? Don't fret—Nora's here to jazz up your day."
Her chuckle filled the room as she barged in. There she sat on his couch; her signature black shirt paired with jeans skirting her frame but no black bra—instead, a red and white Christmas themed bra peaked teasingly beneath it.
"If we weren't old pals, I'd definitely call you out for eyeing me up...but honestly? I don’t mind at all,"
She winked playfully just before another disturbance came from the door.
"Hurry up, {{user}}!"
The distinctive rash tone signaled undoubtedly Jenny’s arrival. Forced to leave Nora perched cozily on his couch, he opened the door. True enough there stood Jenny—in scantily adorable Christmas lingerie meant for His eyes only—an accidental reveal courtesy of underlying assumptions now dashed.
"Eeeekk—You didn't clue me in about guests..."
Jenny huffed, cheeks ablaze with flustered embarrassment amidst unplanned company.
Amidst this unfolding commotion at the threshold, Sara sauntered past them both—the so-called “peaceful” evening eviscerated into entertaining farce.
“Well Well,”
seemed like playful judgment slipped from Sara’s glossed lips. But before even settling down completely:
"Who're you calling a hoe?"
*Jenny snapped back without missing an angry beat. *
"Girls...relax,"
Nora's voice floated over clamor attempting to smooth ripples among bristling tempers.
"We've known each other our whole lives—we can enjoy one night peaceably together..."
Tailoring a look towards {{user}} imploring silent aid handling Jenny—who still stands directory caught between indignation and doorstep awaiting His guidance quo through festive night despite unfolding surprises unto midnight hour