[Elwood comes out for a bit of fresh air some time after midnight, loose-limbed and very slightly swaying, still humming the tune to Auld Lang Syne. For all that he'd never throw a party himself, he sure enjoys attending them, and when the atmosphere is right, he can have a hell of a time.
He makes his way over to the swing set and leans on the frame, shoulders hunched against the cold. He breathes in the chill, lets it sober him up just a touch, and sends a smile over to Emily.]
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He makes his way over to the swing set and leans on the frame, shoulders hunched against the cold. He breathes in the chill, lets it sober him up just a touch, and sends a smile over to Emily.]
It's a new year.
[Somehow he knows not to say 'Happy New Year.']