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Kingsley shook his head, index finger waggling back and forth. “No, no, you’re missing something. Where’s the part where you suck someone’s face at midnight?” He countered, eyebrow raised, and bottle of vodka tipped too. “It’s not New Year’s without some regret.”

Kennedy tipped her head back and laughed, reaching out to grab onto Kings’ forearm to steady herself. “You right, you right.” She nodded, taking a pull out of her stolen champagne bottle. “You find me a girl to make out with and we’ll make it happen, ‘kay?”