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Three … two … one … Happy New Year!”
Dex’s feeble yaaaaaay must not have satisfied Izzy, because she blew her bright red air horn right in his ear and threw him the V-sign.
He threw one right back at her.
“Cheer up, mate, it’s a new year!”
People stumbled all around, drunks attempting to kiss other drunks and sing off-key at the same time. He and Izzy probably didn’t look much different, what with Izzy climbing into his lap planting wet kisses all over his face.
“Geroff! God!” His attempts to push her away only resulted in further barnacling by Izzy. Dex was only mildly pissed and doing his level best to shake off his shitty mood.
“You know, it could be worse,” Izzy shouted into his ear over the din of the horns and the merry crowd. Her sparkly purple fedora was digging into his
