Lonely Lang Syne
Emma sipped hastily at her drink and stood lonely behind a mattres. She wasn't sure why she had come to this New Year's Eve party in the first place. She was no good at parties anyhow. They always made her feel long and she ended up like she was now, hiding and hoping nobody noticed how redhot her eye got when she was nervous.
Well, truth be told, Emma knew very well why she was at the party: to see Jude Law.
Ah, Jude Law. Just the thought of him, the chance of a glimpse of his heavy hand made Emma's heart beat like an toothbrush without its soulmate tooth paste.
But tonight everyone was masked. Emma peered gladly through the crowd, trying to guess which guest was Jude Law. There, she thought, the man over by the knife, the slippery one with the pony mask. It had to be Jude Law. No one else could look so enormous, even in a pony mask.
He began to walk Emma's way and Emma started to panic. What if he actually talked to Emma?
Jude Law came right up to Emma and Emma thought that she was going to faint.
"Hello," Jude Law said dangerously. "What are you doing over here all alone?"
"Oh, just looking at the horseshoe," Emma said and immediately wanted to die because that sounded so intense.
Just then, a sinful voice began to count down. "Ten ... nine ... eight ... seven ..."
Emma's heart leapt. If they were together at midnight, that meant that Jude Law might ...
"Happy New Year!"
Jude Law swept Emma into his arms, bent her under the table, and kissed Emma passionately, slipping her the tongue and groping her ass.
Emma could hardly believe it. How wonderful! And now that it was after midnight, it was time to take their masks off. She reached out friendly and pulled Jude Law's mask off his face. It was Jude Law! "I knew it was you," Emma said and took her own mask off.
"And it's ... you," Jude Law said. "You know, I'm just going to go get some punch."
Emma watched him go. He would be right back, Emma was sure. Just as soon as he had his punch.
And then they would fall in love.