A/N at the bottom!
It was New Years Eve, and Larry had just told all the museum exhibits about the tradition of kissing someone at midnight.
Jedediah had never heard of this tradition in his memory, so was very interested in an explanation of the practice, but Octavius was from Rome, the land that started the custom.
Well, they practiced it slightly differently from the current tradition.
"Hey Octy, what do you know about this New Year's Kiss thingy-majig?" Jedediah asked the Roman general, when they found a quiet corner away from the party Larry had allowed the exhibits to throw.
"The practice dates back to my ancestors, who would throw a big party every New Year's Eve called the Festival of Saturnalia. At midnight, to celebrate the New Year, they would kiss and generally debauch one another as much as possible." Octavius explained, blushing slightly at the thought of carrying out the custom with a certain cowboy.
A muffled countdown could be heard in the distance, "TEN, NINE, EIGHT…"
Jedediah's face morphed into one with a great idea, complete with smirk.
"SIX, FIVE, FOUR…"
"Better not break a tradition then." the cowboy said, and as the crowd yelled "ONE!", the westerner threw himself at the Roman General.
By the time the pair were found by Larry, which was a few hours later, the pair were thoroughly debauched.
Their only explanation was; "It's a tradition!"
A/N: Hey guys! Snowflake here, and for the whole year, I'm doing a 'drabble/one-shot' a day challenge! Not always going to be NatM, so subscribe to be notified when I update!
