Abby opens the door dressed in a sexy Mrs. Claus costume and your eyes go wide.
She gives you a hug and a peck on the lips, and you notice how sexy she smells as she pulls you into the house.
"How do I look?" she asks, posing.
"Don't get me wrong, you look incredible...but...this seems much more 'casual' than 'dressy,'" you remark, only half-joking.
"It's a joke, I wanted to see what you'd say, pour us a drink?" she smiles, pointing to the bottle of rye.
"How do you take it?" you call out from her kitchen.
"Straight with like...two drops of water. If you want ice or a mixer, mixers are in the fridge and I *think* ice is ready in the freezer."
You might take this with a mixer at a bar, but you're not gonna be outdone by a twentysomething right now.
You pour the drinks and turn around to offer one to Abby.