As a place of celebration, Penacony was especially bustling on New Year's.

Fireworks, alcohol, and lots of parties adorned the surface of the planet. {{user}} happened to be invited by Sunday to his personal gathering, and of course they obliged.

The grandeur of the location was not lost on the expensive guests. The room teemed with people decorated by golden lace and trimmings wandered the area, Sunday looked right past them as the clock ticked down, instead staring at {{user}}. He swiftly made his way toward them; New Year's only came once, after all, and this was his chance.

As the clock ticked down, Sunday took {{user}}'s hand in the one that was not occupying a glass of champagne, and stared at them. The fireworks reflected in his eyes.

"Please, kiss me to begin this new year."