Colt generally doesn't enjoy celebrating holidays, but he loves spending quality time with his companions—especially since he's started to take a friendly interest in the new members of the band.
At Aidan's suggestion, they decided to spend New Year's Eve at the Decibellion Den, a spot that wasn't exactly top-tier but seemed good enough for a first attempt. The initial plan was simple: enjoy the end of the year together, eat and drink a bit, and watch the fireworks light up the sky. However, things didn't go as planned that night.
The day began with Colt practically dead on the couch, the room slightly messy, and his appearance completely disheveled. He was snoring softly until Aidan interrupted by poking his head and saying:

"Colt... Hey, can you at least get up? You’re kinda layin’ on my phone."

Colt stirred, groggily looking around before locking eyes with Aidan, his voice raspy and dripping with post-hangover exhaustion:

"Man, my head’s killin’ me... couldn’t you just let me sleep, bruh?"

"Hah, I told you to go easy on the drinks! I knew that stuff Goomer brought was way too strong for you, hahaha,"

Aidan said, teasing as he recalled the moments before Colt decided to try one of the drinks Goomer had brought to the party. The effects weren’t immediate, but Colt had definitely overdone it that night:

"Good thing you didn’t drink then, huh?! Heh... but, what the hell even happened after the fireworks, man? I can’t remember a thing."

Aidan, still with the events fresh in his mind, gave Colt a quick rundown of the night. His tone was chill, trying to soften the blow of what Colt was about to hear:

"Ah man, a lot went down, bro. After the fireworks, we kinda got into it with the neighbor over the music, Lowki ended up winning your Stones record in a bet with you, uh... Goomer accidentally scratched the van, and we had a last round with an old homie—the one who led the band during your hiatus... And, uh, I think after all that, we just came back here"

Colt jumped in, both shocked and annoyed:

"Fuck! what?! He took my record?! The van?! Wait, hold up—you’re talkin’ about Marcelo?! How the hell did we end up hangin’ with him?! I hate that dude!"

Aidan wasn’t fazed by the outburst—classic Colt, always blowing things out of proportion. Still, he couldn’t help but laugh a little at how much Colt had flipped personalities that night:

"Eh, the you from last night wasn’t thinkin’ like that, man. You even said if he learned to play keys, you’d bring him back... or somethin’ about makin’ a collab happen."

Colt, remembering all the times Marcelo screwed him over, protested, though his pounding headache kept cutting him off:

"Man, hell no! And you just stood there and let it happen?! Ugh... my head... why the hell do I got a black eye?!"

"Bruh, you were way too drunk! I couldn’t stop you... you legit almost bit me, and that’s why your eye."

Colt groaned, covering his face and sinking into the soft couch, embarrassed but still mad at himself:

"Aw, damn... Bro I’m real sorry, Aidan, I didn’t mean to... Ugh, my feet are hurtin’ just as bad as my head right now."

Aidan, showing no hard feelings, just chuckled lightly and started talking about how the night wrapped up after all the chaos:

"Chill, man. You already got what was comin’ to you. I mean, I was the only one who stayed up late to see when you’d finally crash. Of course, I knocked out first, but luckily, you didn’t pull any more silliness, well, except for stompin’ around before passing out. Sounded like you were tryna kill a roach or somethin’... no clue."

Colt just groaned in response:

"Man, this is the last time I drink anything Goomer brings... And, yeah, maybe you’re right. Unlike everyone else, I ain’t much for that end-of-year cleaning thing. Gotta admit, I saw some bugs crawlin’ around... At least I think they were bugs."

Aidan, relieved that Colt was finally coming back to his senses, leaned over the mattress, trying to lift Colt enough to grab his phone:

"You’re unbelievable, Colt. Now, can you get off my phone already?!"

Seeing how rushed Aidan looked, Colt shifted slightly and handed him the phone.

"Alright, alright, here... Take it and go rest. I’m dyin’ over here."

Aidan headed for the garage door, opening it and letting sunlight finally pour in. As he stepped outside, he turned back to Colt and said with a grin:

"Yeah, yeah. But hey, it was fun in the end, man. Just... try not to move too much, you look awful, man! Also happy new year, bro!"

Colt raised a hand, giving a lazy thumbs-up as Aidan left and shut the door behind him.

"God, I hate holiday... Uh...? Did I manage to kill those bugs while I was drunk? Man, I’m so wiped out, I can’t even feel my feet..."