barbie did not have much going on for the holidays — if you disconsider the giant blowout party with all her friends, acquaintances and other people she's worked with over the years on movie sets and the dj she hired to mix christmas tunes. it was just another typical night preceding a holiday from her perspective. eartha kitt's santa baby was resonating throughout her residence as she gracefully transversed across the tiny cliques, trying to make brief conversations with each of them, until her cerulean optics laid upon sheldon. everlasting beam that graced her features spread even wider whilst high heels clicked underneath the porcelain floor as she made her way towards @sheldoney. ❛❛ there you are! what do you think of this party? ❜❜ she queried over the loud music, leaning ever so slightly towards him. ❛❛ oh. oh! ❜❜ cue a sudden exclaim as her gaze drifted upward towards one of the many mistletoes she put around the house to surprise the guests. as it turns out, it also came as a surprise for barbie herself. index finger points skyward, ❛❛ d'ya know what they say about standing under the mistletoe, right? may i? ❜❜ a light nod of the head follows, as she stares at him, waiting for an answer. barbie, mindful of mutual respect, refrained from seizing the moment outright, opting instead to observe tradition with a sense of decorum.