Flynn couldn't think of anything more depressing than going stag to a New Year's Eve party, but as per usual his friends had talked him into it. He tried telling them he had a comic due by the end of the week that he hadn't even started, but they were determined to get him out. They told him he needed to
mingle and that interacting with his cat didn't count as socializing. This helped put things into perspective, and he threw on the best Flynn couldn't think of anything more depressing than going stag to a New Year's Eve party, but as per usual his friends had talked him into it. He tried telling them he had a comic due by the end of the week that he hadn't even started, but they were determined to get him out. They told him he needed to
mingle and that interacting with his cat didn't count as socializing. This helped put things into perspective, and he threw on a pair of
dressrobes and went to try and interact with actual
people.
He thought he had been doing a pretty good job, for the most part. Flynn was outgoing and didn't have trouble talking to people, he wasn't very good at making conversation. He just didn't know what to
say, seeing how there weren't many people who, well...
got him. He had been called 'weird' on a few occasions, but he always let it roll off his back. He was who he was.
Thinking that he would have just one more drink, and maybe manage to slip out
just before midnight - you know, to avoid that embarrassing moment of being one of very few people in the crowd who
didn't have anyone to kiss - Flynn made his way towards the bar. He placed his order, though suddenly his brows furrowed behind his mask and he turned to look over his shoulder, catching a glimpse of pink out the corner of his eye. Whoever was wearing the dress captured his attention, so much so that he walked away without his drink. He moved through the crowd, feeling this desperate need to get to her. He wasn't sure how many minutes were left until midnight, but the sight of this woman made him feel as though midnight were hours away. He couldn't wait, he needed to kiss her right then and there, and without thinking twice about it, he pulled her towards him, pressing a firm kiss to her lips. The scent of her perfume made his head spin in the best kind of way, and as he pulled away from her he blinked his eyes, trying to focus on the eyes that were peering back at him from behind her mask. His smile was crooked, but his arms hadn't left her waist.
"Is it bad luck to kiss before midnight?"
