Another New Year’s Eve

Marc and Alana sat in Marc’s apartment listening to an 80s mix. The Talking Heads were now playing. All of their friends were now married with kids. Newlywed Anat, who was their sworn enemy a short time ago, is now one of their best buddies. How a new enemy can make an old one’s a best friend is amazing. Anat was now six months pregnant. She is hoping for a girl. But would be happy with whatever Hashem brings her.

Anat was having a quiet New Year’s Eve gathering with Dan’s family at her place. Marc and Alana were invited. But as usual, they stayed home on New Year’s Eve. Due to the world situation, no one wanted to celebrate.

Marc and Alana chowed down on burgers and Wise chips. They had some Stella. Marc always thought Stella was his best girl. She never let him down. He teased Alana about that all the time. She would beat him. He loved it.

It was about 11:30. Alana’s and Marc’s lips were locked. Bauhaus was cranking. They wanted to tear off their black clothes and play. They heard screams. They figured it was the holiday revelers. They looked at the window and saw some madman running around with a gun. They kissed, got their coats, and raced outside.

They stood on Queens Boulevard and saw the gun-toting loon firing away. The two of them never faced gunfire. They held hands and raced toward the gunman. The gunman fired at the two. They flipped over and got out of harm’s way. Marc shot honey; Alana unloaded wine like the Emperor wields Force lightning. The gunman was hit. But he kept firing. A bullet grazed Marc’s thigh. He was slightly bleeding. Alana looked at him. A tear fell from her eye. Marc was now in a rage. Alana shot apples. The gunman was hit right in the head. Marc drenched him with honey. Pomegranates went flying. The gunman took another in the head and now was shot in the shoulders and knees. He fell to the ground. Alana walked up to him and kicked the gun out of his hand. The whole neighborhood was stunned. The NYPD was en route. Marc tied up the loon in honey. The two lovers fled the scene. They knew eventually they’d be exposed.