The countdown started. Ten, nine, eight… Byron looked around him. There were at least fifteen people crammed into this little apartment for the party. Seven, six, five… He had always wanted to kiss in the New Year. There was never a better time than the present. He knew he would taste good. He already had half a bottle of champagne and a couple large snifters of brandy under his belt. He just knew this was going to be his year. Four, three, two… Byron grabbed the tall blonde next to him and planted a good one. Then the microwave beeped.