Suddenly, hundreds of fireworks lit up the sky, exploding in flashes of blue, gold, green, purple... any color you could think of, and a few you couldn't. People cheered, threw their drinks into the air, and other drunken activities. A faint screeching noise could be heard along with the explosions, but most dismissed it as after-effects. Most of the people at the party were drunk or high- or both. "My friend..." Garin drunkenly clapped his hand to Angelo's back and sipped his wine. "It has been a- *burp* -hell of a year. Good luck in the next one." He stumbled off into the crowd, greeting others, kissing their cheeks, smiling. He was happy, for once in a while.