john&rose
"A few minutes?" He questioned, voice cracking in surprise. "Have we been here that long?" Honestly, he shouldn't have been shocked. Time sped up when alcohol became the fuel. John hadn't kept track of time very well at all. Realizing his luck in finding her minutes before midnight delighted him though.
"No idea," he answered happily, content to go anywhere she wanted. Seeing any hint of a star at midnight while standing next to her--he could be drunk, high, or sober and he'd appreciate the notion with infinite glee.
Away from the rest of the party, John looked up at the night sky with a fond smile. "Countless stars out there, Rose Tyler, impossible to count. Hardly can see any of them form here, amazing, isn't it?" Shaking his head, he took a sip of the champagne before turning to face her, wobbly as ever.
"How about one more toast before midnight?" He suggested, attempting to appear presentable. "To a brand new year of adventures for us, what do you say?"