The dance club was pounding with a loud song, people dancing, and throwing confetti in the air. Everyone wore glittery hats that proclaimed the year: 2013! It was New Years, and everyone was waiting for the ball in New York to drop to signal the new beginnings. Antonio Fernandez Carriedo, the famous actor, was currently in New York. Visiting some old friends who decided to spend their New Years on the other side of the world.

He tried looking for said friends, trying to look for them through the pulsing lights.

"Tonio! Over here!" He turned to the voice he barely heard over the music, locking eyes with the blonde girl who had called his name. She was across the room at a table away from the dance floor.

"Bella!" Bella smiled and waved at him as Antonio gently pushed through the dance floor. Bella was a childhood friend that was always there before Antonio became famous.

"Tonio! I haven't seen you in ages!" Bella exclaimed when Antonio managed to her to where she was. She immediately latched onto him with a bear hug, which he happily returned. With a quick glance at the table behind her he could see Lars and Gilbert.

"Where's Francis?" Antonio asked as he seated himself at the table that was littered with wine glasses, shot glasses, and beer glasses.

"He said he's on his way, he got himself a lady friend." Gilbert responded, wiping the beer off his upper lip with the back of his hand. "That's all he talks about, Italian girlfriend this, Italian girlfriend that."

"Italian girlfriend?" Antonio asked, he wasn't surprised. It was somewhat expected of Francis to score a girl like that.

"A pretty hot one too, pretty rude but nevertheless, hot." Antonio took a seat next to his pal, taking a swig from a beer bottle that was given to him from a pretty waitress, who he winked at in thanks, sending the girl blushing and scurrying back to the kitchen to serve more people.

"What does she look like?"

"You'll see." Antonio followed Gilbert's gaze, as if in cue, Francis was pushing his way through to head to the stairs that would lead him to the gang; his arm was extended back, hinting he was leading someone through. Antonio spotted the so called Italian girlfriend as the two made their way up the stairs. His eyes widened slightly.

"Is that her?"

"Yup."

The girl was gorgeous, long legs, slender body, a very nice rack, beautiful olive toned skin, and sharp hazel eyes, that changed under the glittering lights.

"You forgot to mention to me that he's dating Chiara Vargas." Antonio hissed out.

"Oh yeah, he's dating her; she's well known in the acting world, right?"

Chiara Vargas was a very well known actress, starting at the bottom as a child actor, making her way to Grammy winning movies and very popular TV shows.

She was also an old fling he had back in the early 2000s, a one night stand he wished he could get more of. Too bad she left Spain for Italy the next day. He hadn't seen her since, unless you counted seeing her on TV.

"Very known." He agreed, taking another swig. He didn't mention the one night stand.

"Bonjour!" Francis greeted happily, pulling the scowling Italian next to him. "You guys remember Chiara, oui?" Everyone nodded, Chiara avoiding Antonio's recalling gaze. She had gotten even more beautiful than Antonio had recalled. He really did regret not getting her number after that night. Chiara and Francis settled in the booth, Francis having his arm around her waist. She scowled at the table, finger pushing a piece of ice that managed to escape a beer glass.

Everyone interacted with one another, having a good time as the clock counted down to the new year. Everyone but Antonio and Chiara had left the table when the Macarena came one, almost everyone moving down to the dance floor, either buzzed or drunk enough to do the dance.

"So, Chiara, we haven't seen each other since that night in Madrid...huh?" Antonio began awkwardly, tapping his fingernail against the cold glass of his cocktail drink. Chiara looked up to gaze at him, giving him a small nod.

"Sí, I guess so."

"So how's it been? Life treating you well."

She shrugged. "Can't complain." She hesitated. "And you?"

He agreed, he couldn't complain. Chiara glanced over at the idiotic dancing fools over at the dance floor, scowling. "The Macarena was really popular in the 90s, it's had its run, why is it back?"

"I dunno, those people probably don't even know what the words mean, excluding the 'heeeey Macarena!' part." She looked up at him, amused.

"Oh? What is the song about then?"

Antonio moved to sit next to her, scooting close, she wouldn't hear him well over the loud music. He translated for her, making her chuckle and shake her head.

"This song sounds pretty sexual since you ruined it."

"Sorry."

"You're not sorry, you little bastard." He cracked a grin and laughed, he wasn't even close to being sorry.

Talking to Chiara had sparked that old flame they had, the flame that ignited on that fateful hot summers night in Madrid. After a while of talking, everyone still dancing to shitty songs he said:

"You know..." He hesitated before forging on. "This night club is pretty boring. How about you and I leave?" Chiara raised an eyebrow at him.

"I am dating Francis you know."

"I know."

"Cheating on him would be a bad way to start the New Years."

"He's probably cheating on you anyway," he said simply. "I know Francis well enough even someone as stubborn as you couldn't hold his dick down."

Chiara scowled and glared at him.

"It doesn't hurt to get revenge, you don't deserve that. Besides, it'll be only one night."

"That's what you said in Madrid." She pointed out, still scowling.

"Well...it can be a one night stand...or something more, if you like it. Because I know I did."

Chiara seemed to mull it over before agreeing, wine clouding her mind. She didn't even bother telling Francis she was leaving, seeing he was too preoccupied grinding up against a scantily dressed bitch.

It would only be a one night stand, revenge. The French bastard deserved the betrayal, running off with those whores every night, she deserved to get revenge, just this once. Chiara had convinced himself as Antonio pulled her along the streets of New York, which was crowded as fuck from the holiday. They somehow managed to navigate to Antonio's hotel, the two slipping into the elevator. Chiara was far from admitting how attractive Antonio had become from that night in Madrid. Well out loud.

The two stumbled a bit as they fumbled into Antonio's hotel room. Buttons popped off dress shirts, dresses were ripped off of slender bodies, it was exactly like the night in Madrid. A simple one night stand, one side wanting the other in his bed, the other wanting revenge in her good for nothing boyfriend. They turned the TV on, kissing each other when 2013 rolled in, drunk off of each other.

They weren't even close to regretting it when they bathed in the after glow, kissing each other as the cheers of new beginnings sounded softly from the TV.