James, personally, did not understand the concept of having a sober party on New Year's Eve. Apparently, everyone had assumed everyone else was bringing booze because the one bottle that had showed up had disappeared long ago, and James had felt so bad for there rest of his friends that he'd held off on smoking for the evening.
He glanced over at Bobby as she spoke, unable to hold back a smirk at the stupid glasses she was wearing. "Oh, you'd better let Mao get his game on," James answered, scanning the room briefly for his tiny Asian best friend. "He'll be looking for another kiss- two in one night and all. And I'm sure Savannah's fine. Probably talking up someone."