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NYE: They get home safely. (Luck: +5)
The drive that night--well morning--was uneventful. When they finally arrived, Jonathan quickly parked the car and helped Leah out before wrapping his arm around her waist.
"Thanks for not getting too drunk tonight," he joked.
"I had to keep my head clear so I could play beer pong," Leah teased back, standing on tiptoe to give him a quick kiss. Once inside, they collapsed in bed with laughter and exhaustion. They slept like the dead.
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