“Harry, get off the table!” You beg, grabbing onto my arm and pulling.

I might’ve had one too many tonight. But it’s warranted! It’s New Year’s Eve! I’m supposed to not remember crossing into the new year!

We’ve been together for 3 years now. I’d say we’re…hopelessly in love. And that’s not just the alcohol talking. I consider myself quite lucky that you get to be my New Year's kiss for a third year in a row.

But that also means you should be used to my New Years routine. It's my one night of the year that I allow myself to completely let go. But maybe I should reel it in a bit... No one else around me seems to be on the same drunk level. Well, maybe expect for Mitch. But he’s a quiet drunk. Just sitting in the corner nursing a beer. But you seem to be the only one protesting fun tonight. There’s still 30 minutes until the new year, so I’m going out with a bang.

“Or you could get up here with me!” I yank you up onto the table with my grip on your arm, leading you to crash against my chest. I laugh as we stumble, catching my footing before we stumble to the ground.

But that’s when we hear it.

CRACK

The table gives way beneath us, sending us falling to the floor. But, hey, I did say I was going out with a bang.