New Year's Eve

The vestibule saw two black eruptions of men and women, symmetrical to one another, from both ends. What were they to do after? The night was young with curious onsets and all those men and women had other men and women to care about, look up to or down on, theatrically or in earnest. They were well-prepared to forget the nixer, and order a few more snifters. There was time enough to unlearn moderation, where it wasn't due. Out there, in the dim light of the new year, hooked to spigots, cheques didn't bounce and you were solvent for the night. You were a necessary part of it. You could plan a big change, tell everyone and go home from dawn onwards.