What I.F.? Jenna Ortega-winter version.

 

In the grand hall adorned with twinkling lights and festive decorations, Jenna Ortega stood by the Christmas tree, her delicate gown shimmering under the chandelier's glow. 

Her skimpy dress really wasn’t winter attire, but the roaring fire and flowing champagne at the lavash party made it ok. And she’d drink glass after glass. Her thoughts were muddled as she swayed slightly, the tiara on her head sparkled in the soft light of the room. She grabbed a glass from a passing water, and took a sip of the rich flavor warming her from the inside out. She swayed slightly, already a bit tipsy from the last couple of glasses she had imbibed throughout the evening.

Jenna scanned the room, taking in the sight of famous actors and actresses mingling and laughing, all drinking and having a merry time. 

As Jenna moved through the crowd, trying not to stumble. 

The sound of a familiar voice caught Jennas attention. It was her boyfreind, Evan, a handsome and charming leading man who had captured her heart both on and off the screen. He approached her with a warm smile, his eyes twinkling with mischief, a glass of something in each hand.

“Care for a drink, Jenna?” he asked.

Jenna looked down at her Champagne glass, only to find it empty. Perfect timing she decided, ready to enjoy the holiday spirit.

“Ssangs evan,” she answered. She sipped the drink. It was bitter and strong. Jenna knew it would get her drunk. Oh well, it's Christmas, she decided, and slowly drank it. 

When her glass was empty, Evan asked her, "Care to dance?" Evan held out his hand, his voice low and inviting. Jenna hesitated for a moment, feeling a rush of butterflies in her stomach. She couldn't deny the spark that existed between them, the undeniable chemistry that had ignited during their on-screen romance.

With the growing buzz in her head, with a nod and a smile, Jenna placed her hand in Evan's, allowing him to lead her to the center of the dance floor. As they swayed to the gentle melody of a classic Christmas tune, Jenna felt a sense of peace wash over her. In Evan's arms, she felt understood, accepted, and loved.

Their dance seemed to transcend time and space, the world around them fading into the background as they moved in perfect harmony. Jenna lost herself in the moment, forgetting about the pressures and expectations of the industry, the need to constantly perform and impress.

As the song came to an end, Evan pulled Jenna close, his gaze intense and full of emotion. "Merry Christmas, Jenna," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth and sincerity. Jenna's heart swelled with emotion as she gazed into his eyes, feeling a connection that went beyond words.

In that magical moment, Jenna realized that the true spirit of Christmas wasn't found in material possessions or superficial displays of wealth and status. It was in the simple act of sharing love and kindness with others, in embracing the magic of the season and the joy of being together.

Opening her eyes, Jenna found Evan had led her out to a secluded bedroom. In his hand, he offered her a joint. Without thought, she struggled to pick it up. Once she succeeded, she brought it to her lips, and Evan lit it. She took a long drag. She felt the familiar rush as the weed lifted her up to the stars.

As the party continued, Jenna and Evan remained locked in each other's arms, their hearts beating as one. They kissed, and passed the joint back and forth. And inside that bedroom adorned with twinkling lights and festive decorations Jenna finally felt the true warmth of Christmas, a gift far greater than any Hollywood fantasy could ever offer. She was getting wasted.