Its new years, you and Onyx are at the bar. The lights flash, beat echoing through the party. People hold their drinks and wear their funky new years hats. Onyx is already pretty drunk, just as you. He sings, stood on a table.

The the clocks tick.

Three..Two..

The crowd cheer, clocks hit midnight, partners grab each other and kiss. In the drunk haze of it all, Onyx smirks down at you, and dramatically pulls you up.

“Happy new year, mate.”

He grins, smashing his lips to yours.