The ball in Times Square had just dropped and inside the bar there was one, colossal uproar. Champagne toasts and midnight kisses, drunken promises and tears of nostalgia, people laughing and circulating, everyone celebrating the beginning of a brand new year.

Kelly knocked aside the balloons and reached into the cooler for more champagne. She bent forward, digging deep to retrieve the dwindling supply of bottles.

“Stay just like that,” Justin, her fellow bartender, and current bane of her existence, called over the music. “And we’ll both have a very happy new year.”

Kelly just rolled her eyes and ignored him. She was beginning to seriously regret sleeping with him. Sure, he was hot and whatever, and he did have a massive cock, but the personality…