"4! 3! 2! 1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!" The screams of joy and noise makers flew down the street and into the nearly abandoned bar. Sombra smirked and glanced up at the drunken gunslinger, who sagged over the bar.
"Hey McCree," she called. His head jutted up rapidly, eyes slightly blurred with the rush of motion. With a raise of her glass and 3 steps, she filled his vision with a grin.
"Feliz año nuevo, mi amigo," she chuckled. The lines beside his eyes wrinkled in a half smile. Her lips met his with a flash and panic overloaded McCree, as he wrenched his head back. Just as suddenly as she had kissed him, Sombra backed away, raised a hand and, with a waggle of her fingers, strutted off through the tables into the celebrating streets.
AN: 'Feliz año nuevo, mi amigo' means 'Happy New Year, my friend'
