Lou + Joelle
With less than ten minutes left before 2014 rolled in, the whole bar was shaking up with a buzzing electricity. The music in the background had been dialed down low while the rest of the staff figured out which track to play and how to time it right. Everyone else, or at least those who weren't drowning in conversation or alcohol enough to lose track of time, were gathering up their preferred company for 12 o'clock.
Lou for his part found his place immediately behind the counter, slipping into it cat-like to realign the bottles pointing out to the bar. The plan was to set them all off to a splashy explosion at the drop of the ball in Times Square, a trick he would accomplish with his psychokinesis.
"Jo!" he called to the woman when his eyes swept past her, himself moving swiftly to collect abandoned glasses and bottles and stow them away from the danger of being smashed by a cork. "You're lookin' lost out there in your lonesome!"