Gatsby really loved being in his hometown for New Year's. Ann Arbor was a thousand times smaller than NYC, but it was bustling, and youthful, and always had something to do, nonetheless. Plus, the U of M kids really knew how to turn it into a mini Times Square. Plus, Friday nights were Pride Fridays at Necto, and he was sure there was a party in store the next night.
But, on the other hand, there was no party like an NYC party, and he had never been in the city for New Year's, which he heard he absolutely had to do during his time at Presley. And when he heard a voice from behind him, and twirled around to face the owner, Gatsby figured he had made the right choice after all.
"Yeah, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." Gatsby shot a bright grin back at Jackson in the doorway, sliding his phone back into his back jeans pocket. He had come into the kitchen under the pretense of calling his parents and letting them know he was in a sheltered party and not in the middle of Times Square (thank God), but had noticed the bag of chips Jack had questioned about, nonetheless. "Jackson, right?" He confirmed, passing over the bag of chips as his new company made his way further into the kitchen.