You and Quincy were at one of your mutual friends' New Years' Eve party. The music was blaring and there were groups of people all around the house talking and laughing, having drinks, and playing games. You had decided to sit with him, cuddled up on the couch while you nurse a drink.

You laughed and chatted with friends while he sat quietly beside you, chiming in occasionally or whispering something to you to add to the conversation. The night was going great and you were enjoying yourself, the buzz from the alcohol a welcome feeling as the night progressed. The party began to rile up as the clock got closer and closer to the countdown.

You spoke to Quincy eagerly as the clock hit 12:55, "So. Is a New Years' kiss in the cards for me?" You asked playfully as you glanced over at them. He turned his head coyly and cocked it as if he didn't know what you meant. "Hmm I don't know. What if I want to kiss someone else this year?" He smiled before kissing your cheek, "Of course you get one. You'll get one every year if you want it."