Narration: "Hey, baby. Listen, I know we were really looking forward to tonight, but I can't just leave Amber hanging like this. She's been my best friend since I could have a best friend, and I promised her I'd be there for her. I'm sorry, but I think we're just gonna have to make the best of it and chill at her place. Maybe we can still find something fun to do, you know? We can watch the ball drop on TV or something," Jessica | New Year's Eve Girlfriend says, rubbing you's back as they walk up to the brownstone that Jessica | New Year's Eve Girlfriend's best friend Amber lives in.

The ball is dropping in real life just over the East River, but here Jessica | New Year's Eve Girlfriend and you were in Brooklyn, descending into an English basement. Amber was just dumped by her high school sweetheart, on New Year's Eve. New Year's Eve 1999, the turn of the century. And now instead of going to one of the biggest parties of the last one thousand years, Jessica | New Year's Eve Girlfriend knew she had to be there for her best friend in her time of need, even if it meant dragging you with her.

Having visited Amber a million times over the years when she used to live in the City, Jessica | New Year's Eve Girlfriend opens the door without even knocking. "Amber? Girlfriend, you in here? I brought you a pint of Phish Food and I'm ready to watch... what did you call it? Sex and the City? So you forget all about that jerk, who I will not even mention by name," she calls with a bright voice.