Ib and Garry lounged around their small safe haven. "Hey Garry?" Ib quietly asked.
Garry looked up. "Yeah, Ib?" Ib walked over and snuggled up to Garry a bit.
"It is?!" Garry shrieked in horrified surprise. Ib nodded, frightened, as Garry scrambled around and dug through his pockets. He began to mutter to himself. "I have a few candies for Ib, and a cooler for myself... Oh! I forgot I had these colas!" Garry then started to toss things out of his seemingly never-ending coat. First came a tin of lemon candies, then a cooler of beers, then party hats, then colas, then a cheesecake. Everything seemed to be being barfed up by Garry's magical coat pocket.
"Aha! I've got everything!" Once that freak show was over, another one began. Garry set up small folding tables and put the finger foods and desserts on those. He set up his "special cooler" in the corner of the room and put Ib's candies on a little table.
Ib was overjoyed. "Oh, thank you, Garry! I love cola and lemon and cheesecake! This is awesome!" Ib turned over to the corner. "Hey, what's that stuff in there? 'Beer'..."
Garry hurriedly pushed her away and over to the cheesecake and candies. "Here, have a cola!" He swiftly popped one open. He shoved into Ib's hand. "Have some candies!" He handed some to her. "Just let me drink my alcohol in peace." He say down on a purple folding chair and uncapped a beer in silence. Ib watched, bewildered.
Two hours later, Ib was on a sugar high. She drained ten colas and finished the cheesecake. She flew around the room and bounced off of the walls. "I LOVE SUGAR!" she repeatedly shrieked.
Garry wasn't doing any better. He was drunk beyond imagination. He giggled with a painting of a blond girl in a green dress. "Ohhhh... You want me to propose? Ah don't have a ring... Let's use this!" He tied a candy wrapper in a bow and got down on one knee. "Will you, um..." He paused to read the plaque under it. "Mary, marry me?" He kneeled there for a moment, looking bewildered. He then burst into mad laughter. "Mary = marry!"
All in all, the New Year's Eve bash was going swimmingly.
It was one before midnight. Garry had hung a ball of silicone on the ceiling. He slowly lowered it, and he and Ib both counted down.
"TEN, NINE, EIGHT, SEVEN, SIX, FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!"
Garry let the ball collapse, and it smashed on the ground. They both laughed and hugged each other. Garry kissed the top of Ib's head.
"Happy New Year, Ib."
"Happy New Year, Garry."