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"If I stay moving, he can't catch me," she whispered to a skeptical Nick as they entered the first party.

By the time they reached the final, most exclusive party, Jess’s "joy blitz" was starting to feel more like a forced march. She ducked into a quiet corner to catch her breath, only to find Sam standing right there.

Jess looked at him, her antlers slightly crooked. For all her talk about holiday magic, she realized she’d been using the festivities as a shield. Beside her, Nick was watching from a distance, a rare look of genuine concern on his face. [S2E11] Santa

"One night, guys! Seven parties!" Jess announced, adjusting her reindeer antlers. "It’s a holiday blitz. We are going to spread joy until it hurts."

Schmidt, naturally, was more concerned with the logistics of his own social standing. He was currently trying to navigate the delicate social waters of seeing Cece at these parties, especially since she was bringing her new, very handsome boyfriend, Robby. Schmidt’s plan for the night was a mix of calculated indifference and occasional, desperate lunges for attention. "If I stay moving, he can't catch me,"

"Jess, stop running," he said, his voice quiet. He didn't look angry; he looked exhausted. "I don't want to play games. I want to be with you. For real."

The loft was a chaotic flurry of red velvet and tangled tinsel. Jess was in her element, vibrating with enough holiday cheer to power all of Los Angeles, while Nick looked like he’d rather be anywhere—preferably a place where "Wonderful Christmastime" wasn’t playing on a loop. Jess looked at him, her antlers slightly crooked

As the gang piled into the car, the tension wasn't just coming from Schmidt. Jess was feeling the weight of her own complicated romantic life. Her ex, Sam, had been blowing up her phone. He wanted to talk, but Jess, fearful of getting her heart broken again, was determined to hide behind a mask of festive franticness.