The only reason Bishop had agreed to go to the second party in as many weeks was to be sure that Jace stayed out of trouble. Turns out she hadn't had anything to worry about, but that wasn't the point. Keeping Jace alive was pretty much her top priority. One could argue that a New Year's party wasn't that dangerous. Bishop would be the first to point out that that person obviously didn't know her partner. He could find trouble anywhere. So she'd sat around, keeping a nerveous eye on everyone that got too close. Her trust in the people putting them up only went so far. She was more than releived when Jace had nodded toward the stairs and led her out of the room. She'd had all the celebrating that she could stand.
Once he closed the door behind them, Bishop collapsed on the bed, her dark hair fanning out around her face. Dealing with people was not one of her stronger skills. Jace was a rare exception. Running both her hands over her face, she sighed. "Just the way I like it." If she had to try to make small talk with some bizzarely curious tribal one more time, she'd throw herself out the window. At least she actually liked talking to Jace.
Bishop grinned at his tone. She kind of understood where he was coming from. It wasn't like people kept calenders anymore. So the year had changed. Big whoop. Everything was just as messed up today as it was yesterday. The fact that there was a different number tacked on to the end of the date didn't matter. "Tribals. They'll take any opportunity to party." What she didn't mention was that she understood where they were coming from, too. People needed celebrations, needed the hope that came with them. Just because she and Jace lived without the feeling of community didn't mean everyone could. "It's over now, though." Stretching, she smiled up at him. "We can relax, and forget all about the Wolves and their party."