they're drunk. really drunk. maybe concerning levels of drunk. but neither of them are particularly concerned, holding onto each other for stability as they watch the clock count down down down. they're giggling and laughing between numbers, throwing each other intoxicated eyes every few moments just to glance away quickly. there's a charged air between them, one that had lingered since their little moment of intimacy under the mistletoe. one that made ashton's stomach heavy with unsureness. but then the clock's striking twelve, and he and jack are looking at each other again. and he can't stop himself, pulling the other man down into a kiss, rough and sloppy as his fingers curl tightly into his shirt. it lasts for a few moments before ashton's pulling away with small laugh, licking his lips a little as he pushes jack away a little. "that was just for luck, by the way."