It was New Years Eve and they planned to celebrate quietly. They bought more vodka and Coke from the supermarket and once more spent the evening on the beach. They were quite alone there, all the Israelis and tourists strolling along the promenade just behind them, making their way between various bars dotted along the beach area. To their left they could see, and hear, a drunken trumpeter murder his way through songs.
The drink didn't last long - they'd emptied both bottles and the new year was still half an hour away.

They'd booked in at another hostel that morning before setting off for the beach. It had a pool table and it's own licensed bar.
He told his friend he was in the mood for a game of pool, even though it would be a hit or miss game due to the drink and so, step by swaying step, they went back to the hostel. After a few games they bought themselves strong drinks, sat at one of the benches outside, in front of the hostel's door and counted the seconds down to midnight.
An impressive firework display was put on by the major sea-front hotels. A myriad of colours exploding in the night sky. As this was going on, a few more people came out from inside the hostel to watch. The display lasted just over ten minutes.

He was feeling sleepy from all the vodka he'd drank and not long after the last firework had completed it's short space journey and exploded like the proverbial orgasm, he climbed the stairs to his room, falling face down on the bed instantly dropping off to sleep.