"We don't really celebrate New Year's anymore. Can't have fireworks, and in the winter we can't spare the rations for a party." And honestly, after the end of the world, it's hard to keep track of the years anyway. No one is printing out cat and dog calendars anymore, no one has any use for day planners.

"We'll play it by ear. If there's something fun we'll go. If not? I wouldn't complain about a holiday spent like this." Sprawled atop John, spent and sated. He really likes John's suggestion: last fuck of the old year, first fuck of the new one.