After a long reteaching of Christmas, Onyx tells them to repeat after her.
Onyx: SANTA!
Helena: Breaking and entering
Emeril: Food raids
Amara: Facial hair = villian
Onyx: ...
Onyx: Godammit
Ranza: Don't think they'll agree...
Amara and Helena walk in laughing and talking.
Helena: No! No! It was fun, truly.
Amara: Are you sure?
Helena: Yes! You are very good with your sword.
Amara: Thank you, Helena.
Helena: Anyti-
Onyx and Emeril walk around them carrying a banner, going on their tippy-toes to get the banner over them. They end up hitting Amara and Helena in the face.
Amara: Hold on! Hold on! What are you doing?
Onyx: Decor! Fifteen days until Christmas.
Helena: Pardon me for asking but
Amara: Onyx...what exactly is Christmas?
Emeril: I don't either...But she said help and decorate in the same sentence so~
Onyx: Awww...Meril- You could have told me.
Emeril: I'm sorry.
Amara and Helena look at each other, before getting the banner and putting it up where Onyx wanted.
Onyx: Thanks, loves! I'll explain what it is. Sit, my children.
Amara, Helena, and Emeril sit down as she explains Christmas with flare, making them laugh.
Helena: Mmm...Okay, I think I understand.
Onyx: What have you learned?
Helena: Light the fireplace on Christmas Eve.
Onyx: No!
Emeril: Lock the refrigerator!
Onyx: No...Emeril...
Amara: Don't let strange men with thick moustaches and beards into your home. Specifically of the snowy white colour.
Onyx: This is hopeless.
Ripley: I did it right...right?
Onyx glances over.
Onyx: Yeah.
She glances again.
Onyx: No...sweet, sweet baby...
Ripley adjusts the bra, pushing them up.
Onyx: No...no stop...you're making it worse...come here.
Ripley walks over, letting Onyx touch her chest to get her breasts in the right place. Well, what had HAPPENED was...It slipped for a moment.
Onyx: Oh! Oh! My bad!
Ripley: It's fine, you had no intention on doing it on purpose.
Onyx finally fixes the tit situation...Meanwhile...on the other side of the locker room.
Amara: I know you caught that.
Xenia: Like hell I did.
Amara: Can we agree we were looking respectfully before that happened?
Xenia: That's the one thing we can agree on.
Amara: I left my sword in someone's purse.
Nora: Amara...I don't think that's how this world works.
Helena: Nora is correct on that point.
Onyx: Yeah, I have never seen anyone stick a sword in a purse.
Nora: I surely wouldn't, I personally prefer a satchel.
Helena: Same here.
Amara: I have the same preference with bags.
Onyx: I like purses!
*Beat of silence*
Onyx: You saw Amala right?
Helena: Please do not bring up Amala.
Onyx: Alright then! Better topic of conversation!
Nora: Mhm?
Onyx: So...No one is going to talk about how Nova walks around in on-brand crop tops and baggy sweat pants.
Amara: Comfort clothes? I don't see what's wrong about walking around the dorms in comfort clothes.
Onyx: Not the clothes, Amara...THE ABS!
*Nora coughs*
Nora: Glad I'm not the only one staring.
*Everyone bursts into giggle*
Amara: Okay, okay. But can we please talk about Helena and her independent walk?
Helena: Isn't gossip supposed to be when the person isn't around?
Onyx: It's not gossip...it's complements.
Nora: Agreed, the way you sway your hips when you walk is something no one in this sorority can ignore.
Helena: I don't understand...
Onyx: You are sexy as fuck! No one disagrees.
*Nora and Amara hum in agreement*
Helena: O-oh...Thank you.