It’s the evening on New Year’s Eve. Everybody has plans and are having a night out on the town. People grouped up with both new and old friends to spend quality time together. Thousands are gathered in the center of town to watch as the New Year’s ball touches down, ringing in the new year.
Alcohol are flying off of the shelves, and out of people’s cups as they celebrate the planet for making another full rotation in the solar system. Memories will be made. Memories will be forgotten. New relationships will blossom, while some old will crumble.
It’s the beginning of the new year.
And that year begins with a trashed apartment.
“We’re sorry, we’re sorry. Can we at least get out clothes?”
“No. Now, get the fuck out!”
I turned around and saw a buck naked couple running out of Rebecca’s room. The man was running first, his chest covered in obvious scratch marks and bruises on his shoulders. As for the woman, the only thing I focused on were her breasts bouncing all over the place. They don’t even try to make eye contact with me when they pass through the living room and out the front door.
Red in the face, Rebecca walked up to me and sighed, “Fuck.”
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