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“Don’t get all sappy on me, Thatcher. I can’t have emotions, there is a lot of alcohol in this body right now!” He bumped his shoulder with a smile.
Thatcher quickly planted a kiss on each of JJ’s cheeks and laughed. “Oh come on. Let me be a sap for a couple of seconds. Of course, you could share and get me all liquored up instead. I’m much more fun that way.”
“Thatcher, I didn’t think I’d see you here.”
“Did you think I’d miss a chance to party with my favorite gang of hooligans?”
“You’re way too optimistic.”
“I’ve got to be. Otherwise things would just be too terrible.”
“Come dance, Thatch. Come on, come on.” Vaeda was tugging on Thatcher’s arm. “Angel won’t dance for me until he’s had a few mored drinks.”
“Then it’s a good thing I’ve gotten a head start on tonight’s drinking festivities, eh?”
“Couldn’t be worse than this past year, yeah? —–shit, I feel like I saw that every year now.”
“That’s just one of the perils of living in this place. But yes, we can only go up from here.”
JJ grabbed Thatcher’s face and placed two kisses on his cheeks. “I will ignore the fact that you implied that the year might not have treated me well. Happy New Year!”
“Well,” Thatcher laughed, his face warm from the contact. “It’s treated you better than it’s treated me. But I can say I would not have been anywhere this year without you. Happy New Year, JJ.”
“I’ll have to hold you to that, I guess. Either way: happy new year’s?”
“Happy New Year, Maggie. I honestly hope the next one treats you well.”
“Is that all you guys do? Sit on rocks and brush your hair – no wonder the service is lacking over there.”
“Hey. My service is never lacking. I’m worth every pound spent.”
“The years always treat me well, it’s the people that bite.”
“There’s nothing wrong with a good nibble now and then, Gigi. Here’s to a better year than this one has been.”
“Hell yes, I can cheers to that.”
“It’s always nice to see a smile on your face. Cheers, V.”
“That’s pretty smart and thoughtful of you… Y’know, for a Mermaid.”
“Well, my head’s not filled entirely with sea foam. Plus we get all that time to sit on rocks and think while we brush our hair.”
“Happy New Year, bitches!” Ginny cried out to no one in particular, taking the shot of tequila that was placed in front of her.
“And to think, we wouldn’t be here if we’d never met during that fire. Happy new year, Gin!”
“You really think so?”
“I do. Otherwise everything would look too bleak. We’ve got to have some hope, right?”
“Cheers!”
“Bottoms up, Miss Donnelly.”
“The year has treated you well, I think. The new one should be ever better.”
John didn’t blink, even when he didn’t expect to find such a f a m i l i a r face. A discussion was what he had less energy for, so he didn’t say anything clever, or out of the ordinary. ❝Well, I’m certainly not buying.❞
“Now that is just too bad,” Thatcher answered, not looking phased at all by John’s lack of reaction. “I suppose I’ll just have to get my own drink then. Such trying times in Neverland.”
“Nah.” Tamara gave Thatcher his usual before leaning on the bar. “But most guys throw themselves out when they see Mary’s face. I call it The Thunder. Works every time.”
“So… still torturing yourself by living with JJ? Or have you come to your senses?”
Thatcher accepted the drink and laughed. “Yeah, she can be... frightening. I remember.”
“I-- what?” He tensed up some, slowly looking at her. “What do you mean by that?” he asked her softly.
