In transit, amid a stream of joyful giggles, Addy takes a very brief swig of champagne so as not to waste the whole bottle. She sets it down on a side table near their final stop so that both her hands are free. She only really spares one glance out of the window before deeming it, "Perfect."

Addy wraps her arms around Nia's waist to press closer. There are fireworks in the sky and dozens of teenagers with sparklers, but as the countdown of the last minute of the year starts, Addy's only looking right in front of her. She smiles, and intones (hopefully) the last bad joke of the year in tipsy delight. It's at least very sincere. "OH. And the view's nice too."