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New Year's Eve in the room nearest the stairs isn't the gigantic production it would be elsewhere; for one thing this is Milliways, and New Year's still waits in San Francisco. But that's to be celebrated with the guys, and right now Whistler wants to concentrate on celebrating with someone who's never marked the New Year with the kind of

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[sime_channel]

She wanders back in, after a bit, and stops as she takes in the food, "Whistler? I didn't, um. Zlin you come downstairs?" Then she continues moving toward him and wraps her arms around his waist.

[dontlooklisten]

"Oh, I sent an order down with one of the Oompa-Loompas, and the rats brought it up for me." He smiles. "I was lucky I caught him. Most of the time they're out of range by the time I realize I need to talk to one of them."

He leans into that embrace and slides his arms around Suzi as well.

"How're you doing?"

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"I'm doing fine." She assures him, leaning up to get a kiss, "Is this, um. For the New Year thing?" There is no crime in wandering hands. It isn't particularly let's sex now as much as I like you, a lot, and I like your body, and I like to touch you.

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And he's plenty happy to give one. It's Suzi. Why wouldn't he be? "It sure is," he says when their lips part. "There's gonna be a party back home, too, but I figured we could have a little celebration here all to ourselves. It's been one hell of a year, hasn't it?"