"Got it!" Pete held the bag and both agents shielded their faces as the artifact sparked. "Whew! An noisemaker that causes the user to achieve whatever new years' resolutions they made." Myka grinned.
"With the minor side effect of being completely completely deaf until midnight the next night." The two walked from the now peaceful party and stood on the now crowded sidewalk of times square.
"Myka, come on! Let's go to the top of the building and watch the ball drop!" They raced up and observed the wild scene.
"Claudia, Steve, Artie; watch the ball drop through the farnsworth!" The crowd below began to chant the countdown.
"Ten, nine eight, seven,six, five, four,three,two,one, HAPPY NEW YEAR!" Pete and Myka now stared at each other.
"You know," began Pete. "You're supposed to kiss someone-"
"I know," breathed Myka. Their faces were inches apart.
"Happy New Year, Mykes." Their lips met, and they kissed blissfully.
"Uh, guys? I hate to ruin the moment, but we've been here the whole time." They broke apart, paying no attention to Claudia.
"I resolve to kiss you more often," said Myka. She kissed him again.
"Me, too."