Music is blaring in the crowded club, forcing Hooper and Holden to yell very loudly. Banky just slowly glances around, drinks his beer, and takes in his surroundings.

"You two still here?"

"Yeah, we didn't know if there was more to the "show" or not." Holden says.

"Hey bitch, I performed the hell out of that!"

"It was lip syncing!"

"Oh, honey. You haven't been to too many gay clubs have you?"

Holden just gives him a look before saying, "So now what?"

Some guy wraps his arm around Hooper and whispers something in his ear, making Hooper smile.

"Now, I'm gonna go get some. It's almost midnight, so I strongly suggest you two make like Cinderella."

"Why?"

"You two are too pretty to be alone here at midnight on New Year's Eve. If you're not kissing someone, someone will kiss you. You dig?"

"WHAT?!" Both Holden and Banky yell simultaneously.

"Bye bitches."

Hooper dances away with the mystery man, leaving Holden and Banky staring awkwardly at each other.

Finally, Banky yells over the music to Holden, "How the fuck do we get out of here?"

With only 10 minutes until midnight, Holden looks down from the second floor balcony for the nearest exit.

As he scans the place, he thinks back to the last, and only, time he and Banky kissed. That awful horrible night that changed everything.