She let out a soft, scratchy laugh. It was a combination of his lack of understanding for the term, and the vernacular he used. Calling himself stupid. Had he done that before? She didn't think so. It was amusing.

He tugged back, and her eyebrows shot up. At first, she was going to protest- they could go back to the party, it would be fine. And then it dawned on her. Alone. Was he- was he suggesting make-up sex? Blimey, was he a quick learner. She jumped up off of the steps, tugging him to his feet by one hand with a laugh. "Oh, yeah, I definitely wanna go home."

She tugged him down the street with a grin.

And they rang in the new year.

Twice.