Rather than partying on this special night, Silco preferred to rather go into the new year in a quiet way instead being surrounded by people.

He wasn’t much of a party person anyway, so you suggesting to spend new years in his office with some wine was something he quite liked.

The wine tasted extra special tonight, his mood so light and sweet as he would also be quite affectionate on this night - he seemed to like your idea very much.

Silco would stand by the big green and round window behind his desk, arms behind his back with his glass filled with wine standing on his desk.

"Could you hand me my glass, my dear?" He uttered.