The sunlight hit both sets of blue and hazel brown eyes, the slightly mismatched, 10 year age difference and secret lovers hungover and not wanting to wake up… at least Amanda didn't, her naked body tangled up in the satin navy bed sheets.

"Hey, trying to sleep here!" Amanda mumbles sleepily as Randy poked her.

"I think someone caught onto us. How do we explain it?" Randy whispers, wrapping his left arm around Amanda's back as she stretched out her arms and legs in the king sized bed.

"I don't know but it's a new year… and I like spending time with you." Amanda whispers before they kiss.

What started out as a one time thing had now turned into an affair neither of them wanted to end…

"So wait, what was this rule about NYE?" Finn asks.

"While me, Randy, John and Batista were at the NYE party Morrison hosted 10 years ago, Randy and I got drunk and snuck upstairs. And I had a scare a few weeks later because Randy hadn't used protection… ever since then, we all made a rule that if drunk, unprotected sex happens and the woman decides to, she takes the morning after pill." Amanda says.

"Better to be safe than sorry… now come on and let's get ready for the party." Finn says, him and Amanda standing up as a knock at the door echoed through the apartment, Amanda walking over and opening it.

"Your fridge has enough room for all of it, right?" Randy asks after walking in with several bottles of liquor, John holding the same amount of liquor.

"Oh, damn… did you guys buy out the whole store again?" Amanda asks.

"Yep. Hey, this is gonna be an adult party after all." Randy says, Amanda nodding… she had gotten crazy in the past after a few too many drinks, especially on New Year's Eve.

But Amanda wasn't who she was in 2006… she was no longer that wide eyed naive teen caught up in an illicit affair with an older man.

The party was in full swing later and Amanda freshened up, reapplied her makeup and wearing a black lace cocktail dress and red stiletto heels, her hair in a curly side ponytail and smokey eye makeup on to complement her berry toned blush and berry lipgloss.

She had also had a bit too much to drink and when Rebel Yell by Billy Idol started playing, Amanda climbed up on the table and started dancing, the guys gathering around and cheering.

"Let it all out, tiny!" Cass yelled drunkenly.

"Yeah, dance all the way into 2017!" Enzo screamed excitedly, Randy, John and Finn eventually managing to get Amanda off the table and the crowd turning disappointed.

"I told you we should've hired a stripper!" Randy yelled at John.

"Dude, what the hell?! You never brought that up!" John shouted, equally as drunk, Finn holding Amanda close to him.

"Are you alright, did you slip and hurt yourself?!" Finn asked, checking Amanda for any signs of injury.

"I'm okay, Finn. Don't worry." Amanda says, resting her hands on Finn's shoulders as everyone started counting down when the ball on New Year's Rockin Eve started to drop.

"10!" Nikki yelled.

"9!" Natalya exclaimed.

"8!" Amanda and Finn shouted simultaneously.

"7!" The New Day proclaimed drunkenly.

"6!" The former members of The Shield shouted.

"5! 4! 3! 2! 1! HAPPY NEW YEAR!" Everyone yelled as 2017 blared across the screen in Times Square, Amanda and Finn ringing in 2017 with a kiss as Auld Lang Syne blared and Finn picked Amanda up in his arms, the two kissing as they snuck upstairs.

"Hey, Demon King!" Seth shouts, Finn turning and Seth tossing a condom to him, Finn catching it.

"Thanks, Architect." Finn says before he and Amanda disappeared upstairs, their bedroom door closing and locking.

It was well into the next morning when Finn and Amanda started stirring awake, both half covered by the black bed sheets and hungover but happy and holding each other.

"I'm glad we took their keys beforehand." Finn mumbles sleepily as Amanda looked at him, her eye makeup still in place, not a smudge… but her hair was in a usual bed head style as they kissed.

Randy groaned as he pulled himself up, rubbing his hands over his face before heading to the kitchen to make some coffee and finding that his shirt was gone and he had a few things drawn on him.

"Colin, you dickhead!" Randy mutters, deciding to clean off after he was completely awake.

The passed out 7ft tall man nearby grunted in his hangover induced sleep, hanging onto his pillow, which had become some sort of replacement because Carmella had decided not to attend the party… he reminded himself to talk to the tiny blonde when he sobered up.