"It was supposed to be Christmas in July!"

Mistletoe threw boxes across Riina's office and watched them smash against the wall. She lifted the desk up and tossed it too, as best as she could. She took the paintings of Spike down from the wall and stomped on them. She threw the next box and Christmas decor went flying all over the room. She had been planning to decorate and celebrate, but now she was mourning the loss of Riina at the hands of someone she vouched for. She held no ill will towards anyone, she understood everyone's feelings. Yet, that didn't mean she was going to let go of his death. 

For those actions, she was now the one taking the mantle, picking up where he left off, and taking over the crew. She never wanted to see her name in bold letters on a desk ever again, but his death called for it. There was no Christmas cheer in this, there would be no presents, no tree, no celebration, and a lack of morning wood.

"Fuck it. Fuck it all. I'll take care of my family like I always do. What we will be and what we will become it still to be determined, but I am here for the assist after all."

Mistletoe stared at herself in the mirror then blew herself a kiss, she stepped over the chaos that was now Riina's office. She would never use the room and she would never enter it again. She wasn't someone to sit in an office, she was someone who was on the streets, in the business districts, and everywhere she could be. Anywhere but here was better right now, and she left slamming the door behind her.