It was New Year's Eve, and the hotel bar was buzzing with activity. Couples were cozied up next to each other at the counter, watching the TV screens around them as they waited eagerly to share a kiss when the clock struck midnight. Others were just happy to find an excuse to drink. Finn took a swig of his champagne as he sat in a booth at the very back of the bar, anxiously waiting for Drew to arrive. It was already five minutes until the ball was scheduled to drop in Times Square, and Finn was beginning to lose hope. Maybe this whole thing between him and Drew was just one big mind game, after all.

"Is this seat taken?" Drew's voice broke Finn out of his potential despair.

"N-Nope," Finn fidgeted. "Have at it." Drew hummed in response, before sliding in on Finn's side of the booth until they were shoulder-to-shoulder and Finn looked at him questioningly.

"No more runnin' from me," Drew said to him and turned his body to face Finn fully. "Talk." Finn took a deep breath and decided to come clean.

"I'm being moved back to NXT." Drew felt his heart sink and mentally chastised himself for not realizing sooner.

"Oh." Finn saw the pained look his face and felt his chest tighten at the other man's change in demeanor.

"Yeah," Finn confirmed. "It's gonna be hard leavin' all my friends on the main roster, but whatever Triple H says regarding NXT goes." Drew nodded silently in agreement. "Now it's your turn to talk," Finn told him. Drew stiffened and turned away before Finn cupped his cheeks in his hands and forced him to look at him. "None of that, now talk."

"Well," Drew hesitated for a second before regaining his courage. "Aw fuck it! I like ya Bálor, okay?" His skin flushed profusely and Finn's eyes widened.

"Wait, really?" Finn questioned. "What about our rivalry when—" He was cut off when he heard the bar begin the countdown.

"Ten! Nine! Eight! Seven! Six! Five!" Finn looked at Drew expectantly as the countdown continued. "Four! Three!" When he didn't respond, Finn removed his hands from Drew's face and looked down in defeat. "Two! One!" Finn suddenly felt his face being pulled forward, meeting Drew's lips in a tender kiss. The bar was filled with cheers, hoots, and hollers to celebrate the start of 2020, and Finn didn't hear any of it. Everything else seemed to fade away in that one moment, except for Drew's lips on his. Finn started kissing back in earnest and didn't hold anything back as he grabbed the back of Drew's head, pulling him in even deeper.

Eventually, they broke apart, gasping for air as they looked back at one another. Their blue eyes were practically blown black with desire, both men feeling the flame that was ignited for so long, hitting them at full force. They stayed in their embrace a bit longer, sharing a few more pecks before Finn broke the silence.

"Wow," he breathed on Drew's lips.

"Yeah," he agreed. "Wow." As Drew came to his senses, an idea struck him and he untangled himself from Finn.

"Wha—"

"Shh," he pressed a finger to Finn's lips. "Just trust me, okay?" When he nodded Drew pulled them both out of the booth. "I dunno what'll happen down the road, but right now, I wanna give ya a proper sendoff." Drew extended a hand; which Finn immediately took as he let Drew lead him toward the elevators.