Not being much of a party person (and still not really understanding what this "Christmas" shit was all about), Falco was only here for one reason: Free alcohol. And lots of it.

Unfortunately, it seemed that he was having a hard time locating said alcohol. All he seemed to be coming across was a bunch of desserts, a sketchy looking casserole, and a bowl of boring ass, probably not-spiked punch.

Whatever, punch would do. He got himself a cup, and after scanning the area for someone to annoy (mainly one Boyscout McCloud, but alas, he seemed to be absent as of yet), he decided to stroll on over to Liz and comment on shit that wasn't any of his business.

"Never thought I'd catch you in a skirt."