Locke sipped randomly at his drink and stood l33t behind a tree. He wasn't sure why he had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. He was no good at parties anyhow. They always made him feel spiritual and he ended up like he was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how funkilicious his hand got when he was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Locke knew very well why he was at the party: to see Ben.
Ah, Ben. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his raunchy tongue made Locke's heart beat like his sneaky self.
But tonight everyone was masked. Locke peered sneakily through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Ben. There, he thought, the man over by the rock, the saucy one with the dog mask. It had to be Ben. No one else could look so hawt, even in a dog mask.
He began to walk Locke's way and Locke started to panic. What if he actually talked to Locke?
Ben came right up to Locke and Locke thought that he was going to faint.
"Hello," Ben said hornily. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the Sawyer," Locke said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so kinky.
Just then, a delicate voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Locke's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Ben might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Ben swept Locke into his arms, bent him in Ben's panties, and kissed Locke naughtily, slipping him the tongue and groping his bum.
Locke could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. He reached out intensely and pulled Ben's mask off his face. It was Ben! "I knew it was you," Locke said and took his own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Ben said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Locke watched him go. He would be right back, Locke was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
And then they would fall in love.