John groggily sits up off of the floor after a reckless drinking bridge. He looks around and wipes his mouth, realising he had been locked up in a drunk tank with an old man. He slowly rises to his feet and rattles on the bars of the cage, desperate to get someone's attention in hopes of convincing them to set him free. Unfortunately, the guards turned their nose up and continued to play their little game of cards. John sighs and steps away from the bars, his hands dropping to his sides. He leans against the wall and slowly sides down. He brings his knees to his chest and tightly holds himself whilst cursing.

"Give up mate, you ain't gonna see another Christmas " the old man said with a rather cocky chuckle. John groans and turns his face away. He put his head into his knees and he starts to dream. Dream about you. A small smile formed on his face as he recalls the night you two met.

Christmas Eve, New York.

It was a very cold night on the streets of New York. But the Christmas spirit was vibrant, even for the misfortunate. John and many others were all crowded around a small band of street performers who were singing Christmas songs. People were singing, couples dancing and little donations being put in the band's cup. John was sipping from his now half-empty bottle of scotch as he gazed around at the crowd watching the band, then his eyes landed on you. He stared for a few seconds then looked at his bottle. He took one final sip and threw the bottle elsewhere. He took some deep breaths to try and sober himself up as much as possible so he didn't look like a drunken perv. He straightened his shirt and approached you, the band started to play a Frank Sinatra song.

" 'scuse me..." he said whilst tapping your shoulder "yer absolutely stunnin'. " he said with a crooked smile. “Would…” he hiccuped “would ye wanna dance ?” He asked whilst extending a hand for you to take.