originally posted in:The New Dojo
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.
English
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“And ou too my friend. Good luck surviving the next one!” [b][i]He said laughing a bit as Garin walked away. [/i][/b]