Jess smiled, finally feeling a bit of that genuine holiday peace. "Yeah. And I think I'm ready to take the antlers off now."
"Jess, stop running," he said, his voice quiet. He didn't look angry; he looked exhausted. "I don't want to play games. I want to be with you. For real." [S2E11] Santa
The loft was a chaotic flurry of red velvet and tangled tinsel. Jess was in her element, vibrating with enough holiday cheer to power all of Los Angeles, while Nick looked like he’d rather be anywhere—preferably a place where "Wonderful Christmastime" wasn’t playing on a loop. Jess smiled, finally feeling a bit of that
Nick caught Jess’s eye as they walked to the car. "So," he said, "Seven parties. We survived." He didn't look angry; he looked exhausted
Schmidt, naturally, was more concerned with the logistics of his own social standing. He was currently trying to navigate the delicate social waters of seeing Cece at these parties, especially since she was bringing her new, very handsome boyfriend, Robby. Schmidt’s plan for the night was a mix of calculated indifference and occasional, desperate lunges for attention.