It was almost new years. Only a few more hours or so. You were standing in the kitchen, sipping your drink, your lieutenant parallel to you.

Fireworks would smash and explode outside and you side eyed the bright lights. They hurt your head sometimes. Turning your attention back to your drink and taking another sip.

“Didn’t take you for a guy who didn’t like fireworks”

Ghost comments dryly, his accent laying over with the small sheen of alcohol.