Five minutes left until midnight, the room buzzing with excited chatter, a stream of the ball drop playing on a TV in the corner. Glasses of champagne both empty and partially full were littered across the room as well as paper plates and napkins. A bowl of grapes was out on the table for those who didn't want to kiss at the ball drop, but most of the people at the party had a plan to hook up with someone after midnight.

As the seconds ticked Soap found himself surrounded with people who had already paired up and didn't want much to do with anyone other than their partner as they started to make plans for later. He stepped away from his group and looked around, realizing that he didn't recognize as many people as he thought. At this point it would be impossible to peel anyone he didn't away from a conversation this close to midnight.