"Don't make that face! Vodka is like... mother's milk! You'll get used to it." She clapped him on the shoulder with a big wide grin. "I always hoped we might share a drink together someday. But better night than tonight huh? So in the final moments of this year," Adette pulled a slip of paper from her pocket, a pen, and a lighter. "Shall we make a wish for the new one?"