New Years was Bastian's holiday. So many people did so many stupid things and they all wanted to play. Bastian liked to play. Though New Years eve was different on the island. It seemed that the mutants went to a party together. He supposed he could crash but he didn't get the invite. He wouldn't crash right then. So he found other places to party. The guards seemed to like to party hard. He wasn't a guard and they didn't really think much of his "cooshy" office job. It didn't mean they didn't share a few drinks. When some of the guards left to have some fun, Bastian took to the streets too. He wanted to play. He wanted to smell fear in the air. He wanted something.
As he walked, he saw someone, someone who didn't seem to have a care in the world. That made him smile. Tonight seemed all about cares and no cares at all. He smiled as he strolled over to her.
"Happy New Year," Bastian greeted, "Do you need someone to make sure you get home safely?"