Those damn little tree lights. It happens every year. No matter how neatly you roll them up, no matter how carefully you store them, they're always a huge, tangled mess every time you take them out of the box again twelve months later. It's a lesson that Cassandra learns anew every year at about this time. It goes without saying that her bar isn't exactly the most family friendly place int he world, but a bit of festive cheer helps to bring in the customers and it brings back pleasant memories of the past. If only her girlfriend would stop giggling in the corner and give her a hand!
Fun fact: I believe this is the first picture of Cassandra where she's fully clothed!
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