Chuck's blushing, he knows he is but it's probably too dark to tell that either. He watched Raleigh's gaze drop to his mouth and--no, he's drunk, it can't be that.

"Shut up," he says again, still sounding like he's laughing.

Something he hasn't realized yet is that the host of the party put up mistletoe randomly throughout the house. Even in a bathroom. (Like, why?)

Chuck still hasn't really figured out he's under a sprig right now.