It was new years eve as Rory sipped infrequently at his drink, leaning against the wall and doing his best to not look as out of place as he felt. He stood there, forcing small talk with strangers who didn't seem to care, wishing simultaneously that the drink didn't taste so strongly of alcohol and somehow could get him tipsy faster so he he didn't feel so damn well out of place.
He was NOT one of the cool kids. These where not his friends , they where Amy's. He couldn'tt see their faces under their mask but so far judging conversation topic wise they weren't any one he'd normally hang out with. "why am I even here?" He wondered aloud, tossing his drink back before headding twords the refreshment stand again.
"OY! Watch where yer goin' birdbrain!" A red headed girl in a skin ight body suit, cat ears and clip on tail pushed past, not even sparing a glance to the tall gangly man in the toucan costume.
And there she was. The only reason he was here.
He watched her walk away in that tight outfit, heart skipping a beat.
Everyone was masked but he knew it had to be her. Rory watched her through the throng of people. It wasn't hard to tell her from the others with her fire red hair and Scottish accent there was only one person in the room she could be.
He watched her chatting and flitting from person to person until she was next to him. "Almost midnight, yea?"
He nodded, not saying anything.
"So havin' fun standin' all over here by your self?"
He was spared having to answer as a voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine "
Rory felt about ready to panic not sure whither to run or stay put. If he was here, next to her at the stroke of midnight.
"... eight ... seven ..."
She flashed one wide smile and his resolve solidified. She wouldn't know him under the mask and.. just one kiss.
"Six ... five..." The whole room was chanting now but Rory could barely hear it over the beating of his heart , pounding in his ears.
"four ...three."
He felt like he was going to hyperventilate. What if she knew it was him? Would she hate him? Think he was betraying their friend ship?
"two...one..."Should he run? Yes. Their friend ship wasn't worth one kiss.
"Happy New Year!" The shout ran up through the room and Amy caught him as he tried to make his escaped, yanking him down and shoving his mask up just far enough for her lips to meet his. It was a hard rough kiss, no love of course because it was too masked strangers.
He sighed against her lips. She tasted like cheep beer and lip gloss.
After a few seconds she pulled away grinning. "Happy new year, yea?" She slid away twords the drinks, not bothering with a glance back.
