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you love her, Angel, really love her, then you’ll give her the time and space she<br />
needs. Trust her to come back to you.”<br />
Angel looked to be thinking that over for a little while. Xander got tired of the<br />
broodiness in the room and went to the kitchen to start a list of what they would<br />
need for the party. About five minutes later, Angel appeared in the doorway.<br />
“Add mistletoe to the list,” the vampire suggested. “Isn’t a Christmas party without<br />
mistletoe.”<br />
15<br />
Mistletoe<br />
In Xander’s head, there were only two ways a party could go. Either completely<br />
successfully, or completely disasterly. That’s why this one was a bit of an anomaly<br />
to Xander. It went mostly…ok.<br />
By the time Tuesday rolled around, the Slayerette-core party had morphed into a<br />
Christmas/dinner/house-warming thing, that required a little more planning and a<br />
lot more food.<br />
Willow showed up first, with her new guy, Oz, in tow. He was very polite, brought<br />
a cactus (the house-warming gift of choice for two men), but not really the talkative<br />
type, so couldn’t rely on him to distract everyone with idle conversation. And<br />
because he wasn’t in the Hellmouth-loop, it was hard to talk openingly around him.<br />
Giles and Ms Calendar were next, and spent the majority of the evening discussing<br />
the mold encrusted ancient books littered on Angel’s bookshelf. Xander had never<br />
taken the time read the titles, but the Watcher was practically drooling over the<br />
collection.<br />
Then Cordelia arrived, wrapped in a low-cut red dress that left Xander
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