This is a very short chapter, for which I apologize. I was going to finish up this story but started watching You've Got Mail and just didn't finish it. I said I would post the rest today so I thought I should at least post what I had started. There will be more tomorrow and hopefully I will finish it!!

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Again, sorry for the shortness of this chapter. More will be posted tomorrow! And as always... I own nothing...

Chapter 2

Casey checked her reflection in the mirror. She wasn't quite sure why she was trying to look pretty for her partner but it was New Year's Eve after all so she just chalked it up to that; wanting to look nice for the holiday.

Jason had mentioned beer and beer was fine but for the count-down she wanted champagne. She had celebrated New Year's Eve when she was younger from one of the rooftop of one of her father's buildings in Time Square. The excitement of the crowds and the energy was always a boost of enthusiasm and she really did enjoy it for many years.

One year she had actually met Dick Clark just before the ball drop and she definitely remember that as one of her more memorable New Year's experiences. The scene just got too repetitive for her though and after 17 years of family fun watching her mother get sauced and her father flirt with his secretary she had given up on trying spending a fun New Year's Eve with them.

The earlier years had been better. Years seven through thirteen or so had been spent watching the massive amounts of people gather together and watching all the kissing couples after the stroke of midnight.

Supposedly, whoever you were with on New Year's Eve was who you would spend the year with but Casey never had a date. Once she turned fourteen and realized what everyone else was drinking, she took turns sneaking shots from the adult table with Nicole.

The first year had been easy enough to get whatever she wanted but when her mother found her puking up her guts the next morning over the porcelain throne in her bathroom. She reeked of alcohol but at least her mother was too hung over to notice that. Her mother however had built up a tolerance after years of drinking and wasn't even remotely sick.

She wasn't sure why her parents had cared she had gotten drunk; probably only because they found out about it. Being from a wealthy family meant that kids were supposed to do stupid things like that but they weren't supposed to get caught. That was always her problem, she got caught.

In the years following, her mother would start to watch her and make sure she didn't drink anything but after she had had a few, she forgot and Casey was once again able to drink as she liked. After that first year though, she always limited her intake to a few glass of champagne. That way she didn't wake up puking again.

After she quit spending New Year's Eve with her parents, she kept up the tradition of a few glass of champagne. Even after she became a cop and had to work on New Year's Eve, she would go home and have a small celebration by herself. That was her normal New Year's Eve, champagne by herself. This year would be different though. Spending it with her partner might not be so terrible after all.

She glanced at the neon numbers glowing from the small clock on her nightstand and noticed that she had better get going. After lightly applying lip gloss and straightening her bangs, she grabbed the two bottles of champagne she had picked up earlier that day and headed out the door of her apartment towards Walsh's diner.

So there it is. Short and sweet. I will post more tomorrow so look for it! Please review!