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"Well, it's 2013, boys," said Emmett, throwing an arm around Ted's shoulders. "We made it through doomsday without the world going up in flames and destroying life as we know it."

"Yeah, it was a rough election," agreed Ted. "Not to mention that whole December 21^st apocalypse thing."

"I'm just glad Brian didn't put himself in debt this time," said Justin, signaling the bartender.

Emmett sighed. "It's wonderful, isn't it?"

Ted raised an eyebrow. "What, that Ohio swung blue?"

"That despite the year's challenges, we're still here, basking in the thumpa-thumpa. Surviving."

Justin smiled, grabbing his hand. "Let's keep dancing."

"'Gravity rotational shift?'" Ted repeated. "That's not even a thing."

"Well, according to the homeless guy on my way to work, it's the summer solstice," said Emmett.

"The 2013 summer solstice? No, too soon. It's got to be a big landmark date," said Brian.

"What are you guys talking about?" Justin asked, sitting down at their booth.

"The new apocalypse date," said Ted.

"You boys worry about the apocalypse date," said Emmett. "And I'll worry about finding a date for the apocalypse."

Justin sneezed and tossed his ten-millionth Kleenex in the vicinity of the trashcan. He glared at the TV, where a woman was rolling around in a field of grass, then nuzzling her cat, then being lowered onto a bed of roses by a hot guy.

"You know, you advertising people and your shitty allergy ads don't fool anyone," Justin told Brian. "Anyone with allergies knows better than to go out and roll in the grass in spring."

The next allergy-medicine-related advertisement Kinnetik developed was unlike anything ever seen before. It also paid for Brian and Justin's week-long trip to Ibiza.