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[numbertwoguy]

There was a giant clock on the wall. It hadn't been there yesterday, and because it hadn't been there yesterday Dwight was staring at it

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[ab_executioner]

Anita heard someone mention it was almost time and so she took Freddy's hand. "They're getting ready for the countdown." It felt right that she would bring in the New Year with him, though she wasn't sure if she could say it out loud yet.

[im_a_toughguy]

"Awesome!" He beamed, squeezing her hand and grabbing her around the waist. God, as soon as this was done, he was getting more punch. Whatever the fuck that shit was, it was fucking awesome. And maybe if he worked at it, he'd get Anita to come home with him tonight. Having no actual bed might be a bit of a downer, but Holy Christ he was willing to look past that.

"I haven't done countdown in forever," he murmured to her, struggling to keep a straight face and not smile too much.

[ab_executioner]

"Well then now is the perfect time to get back in the habit." She grinned. "Is there something you want to accomplish in the coming year? I've never really done the whole resolution thing, but it wouldn't hurt to try, though at the moment I don't really have a clue as to any sort of goal that I would want to accomplish." She would come up with something if she had to.

[im_a_toughguy]

"I know what I wanna accomplish, and I can start it right now," he said as the countdown hit one, and without further ado, he pulled her in rather abruptly for a kiss that made some of their past ones look more than a little weak. Maybe it was the thrill of the near year, or the bit of acid he'd ingested while mixing drinks, but it seemed like as good a time as any to share a kiss that sent a message.

And it was a pretty clear message too.

[purplensparkly]

She wasn't terribly certain what the sudden appeal of the new year was supposed to mean, although everyone seemed to be coupling off. She frowned and made her way to a chair, albeit very unsteadily. It just reminded her that she hadn't seen Spike today. Hadn't seen him since before she'd gone off to look after Dr. House. And she missed him. Wanted him here.

[fangyandgrr]

Before she could sit down there were a pair of strong, leather-clad arms wrapping around her and warm breath smelling faintly of scotch murmuring against her cheek, "Three...two...one." Spike turned Trance in his arms and kissed her, slow and lingering. "Happy New Year, luv."

[purplensparkly]

Trance started when she heard a voice right beside her, but she relaxed when she realized it was Spike. She let out a soft sound that was almost a sob and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him back as hard as she could. Her own mouth smelled and tasted not unlike Jack Daniels, though the alcohol hadn't quite been that.

[fangyandgrr]

Spike didn't care if she was drunk. He only cared that it was New Year's Sodding Eve, it was midnight, and he was going to kiss the woman that he'd somehow fallen for over the past several months.

He held her close, letting the kiss draw out for a minute, then pulled back and touched her cheek.

[xiii_pullo]

Titus had no idea what was going on. He was a few cups in and everyone was counting, and then all of a sudden they were kissing. He was really beginning to enjoy these new traditions. Not wanting to be left out, he turned to the closest beautiful, available woman, and gave her a very friendly kiss.

[izzyevans]

One minute Isabel had been talking to a lithe blonde woman with fantastic shoes and in the next she found herself counting and in the next after that she found herself unexpectedly being kissed by a very enthusiastic set of lips.

Laughing a little, caught up in the festivities of it all, Isabel kissed back, her eyes opening somewhere in the middle. When she saw it was Pullo, Isabel laughed more and pulled back, patting him on the cheek. "Well. Happy New Year, Pullo."

[xiii_pullo]

It took a moment for Pullo's eyes to focus on the woman in front of him, likely due to the drink, and when they did he managed to look both embarrassed and pleased with himself. "Aye? Happy New Year, princess. What's all the kissing about? Hope I haven't just married you," he teased.

[izzyevans]

"I don't think you have, though maybe according to someone else's culture you just did," Isabel teased right back, cheeks still a little flushed. Around them, people were still kissing, moving from person to person, extending well wishes all around.

"It's this tradition to help ring in the New Year," she explained. "To celebrate it and to also kinda make sure that you'll still have a good relationship with that person in the coming year." Shrugging, she gestured around them, where she was pretty sure people who didn't even know each other were kissing.

[scofield_94941]

Something had told Mike that the overly excitable man yelling at the top of his lungs was overly excitable on days when real alcohol wasn't flowing in abundance. Frankly, even the thought of that made him exhausted.

Sloshing a mouthful of scotch around in his mouth, he then swallows. This was yet another celebration on the Island, yet Michael Scofield was hardly in a celebratory mood.

[canaan_divided]

Mamet's so gone he keeps forgetting where he is. Suddenly everyone's counting and he remembers, a new year. A new start. More bullshit. But then everyone's kissing each other and he figures he ought to have someone to kiss, too. He doesn't see anyone he knows, so he grabs the sad looking guy by the back of the neck and kisses him.

"Happy fucking New Year," Mamet says, a grin on his face.

[scofield_94941]

Michael was about to bring his glass to back to his lips, but gets a mouthful of some guy instead. In his head, he's back at Fox River, fighting off advance after advance from sick bastards like T-Bag. It takes everything he has in him not to throw the balled fist at his side once he'd pulled away, deer in headlights expression hard to keep off his face.

"Thanks..." he said, brushing his mouth against his sleeve. "A handshake would have been more than sufficient."

[canaan_divided]

Mamet laughes, a short, quiet sound, and sticks his hand out. "Okay," he says simply.

[sortofaman]

Contrary to popular belief, the Doctor had not forgot that he was married, but he was quite terribly drunk and he couldn't seem to find Chase anywhere, and this was a VERY IMPORTANT human tradition, snogging at midnight.

He turned on his heel once and looked rather lost.

[not_the_chav]

Martha Jones had a plan. It was flawless, this plan, really it was. It involved snogging the Doctor so impressively that she could lift his sonic screwdriver from his pocket and he'd never be the wiser.

Unfortunately for Martha, this plan had hinged on her being quite a lot less inebriated.

Without warning, she tromped over, grabbed hold of the man by his lapel and pulled him into what was, in spite (Or perhaps because) of her drunkenness one whopper of an enthusiastic snog. And promptly forgot about the screwdriver.

[sortofaman]

Part of it had been the Doctor's fault, and part of it was...well, the Master would call it human ineptitude, but the Doctor would have called it Certain Variables.

Either way, he was getting snogged, and well proper, and was he snogging back? Probably he was, it was a little hard to feel his lips but what he could feel was quite nice.

All right, he definitely was.

[not_the_chav]

That was... definitely not part of the plan. The plan had involved the Doctor being skittish and flustered, not actually snogging her back, and Martha, who was already quite emotionally turned around in general, stilled a moment against his lips before making a quietly desperate noise in the back of her throat and pressing the kiss deeper.