All Alone on New Years Eve

Stephen cursed his luck on this dreary New Years Eve as he wandered down the street simmering in his own misery. He had planned the night out perfectly, he told his wife of 2 years that he was going to be out of town for a work related incident that could lead to a promotion, a promotion he had already received, and that he would be back by 6 am. He was only going to be "gone" for about 24 hours. Since Stephen knew his wife was scheduled from 11 to 10 that night he would have enough time to set up the romantic surprise.

Much to Stephens surprise when 11:30 came around his wife came in with another man. And the rest was history. So Stephen found himself alone and miserable walking the busy street a block away from his midtown apartment, about to enter his favorite bar.

After a beer and a shot of jäger, it was 15 minutes till the ball dropped and Stephen found himself looking around the bar at all of the happy couples, despising them and their mirth, when the fat ass next to him puked on the bar, small chunks narrowly missing Stephens jacket. Tubby and his ridiculously, out of his league, hottie girlfriend left to go clean up in the bathroom.

"Just fucking par for the course." He mumbled disgustedly.

"What is?" Inquired a friendly and honest sounding voice.

The blonde that flounced down next to Stephen  didn't seem to fit he voice he had just heard, if he had to guess what sort of voiced belonged to the young blonde with knock-out blue eyes, a modest yet sexy red dress and casual flats, it would have been smoky. However upon second glance the way she carries herself seemed to validate they friendly and straightforward girl next door voice. A stunning contradiction.

The corner of her mouth curled upward in a rather quirky smirk, either toward Stephen himself or the puddle of vomit that he bartender was busy cleaning up.

"Oh you know, the usual;" Stephen responded. "Wife cheating on me for New Years Eve, random fat fuck vomiting on the bar next to me. Pretty much everything is peachy as fuck. And now some bombshell blonde sits down next to me probably just looking for some dumb shmuck to con out of some cash!"

"Oh so I'm a bombshell am I?" She inquires, her smirk never fading. If anything she was even more amused than before if her arched eyebrow was any indication. "My name is Skyler by the way. Not bombshell blonde."

"Ah... Sorry about that Skyler, the name is Stephen, plain ole Stephen. Sorry about that mini melt down, didn't plan on taking out my frustration on a civie."

"Ah it's fine! Sounds like a lot of things have been going wrong for you lately... Soooo you're a military man are you? What branch?"

"Sorry hon, that's classified."

"Ah, mysterious. Well that's besides the point Stephen, since you're alone and so am I, how about we go back to my place after midnight? You know, you could talk about your feelings and stuff and I could listen."

Hold up, he thought. Shouldn't these roles be reversed? Shouldn't I be the one hitting on her? Also shouldn't I feel at least a bit bad about doing this whole revenge cheating thing?

Apparently Stephens dick wasn't on the same page as his brain so an hour later he found himself in Skylers apartment, and despite what he assumed was going to happen, he actually did end up talking about his feelings. After he finished his life story Skyler leaned forward, exposing a serious eye full of cleavage and cleared her throat.

"So it seems to me Stephen that you are in desperate need of a pick me up. So how about this? I'm going to rip open a worm hold through time and space and we go kill a few dinosaurs, then visit a reality where Star Wars IS the reality, then come back here, fuck each other stupid, and if you feel like it at that point, go on some more adventures!"

Wait. What?

"Well while you think about it, I'm going to go get changed into some Dino killing attire. I'll be right back!"

Clearly this bitch was crazy and Stephens night was about to get worse. He quietly went for the door praying that the floor boards didn't squeak.

"Oh and Stephen," Skylers voice drifted out from her room. "The door unlocks with a key fob that only I have! Haha so either way I'll take your answer when I get done in here!"

Sweat poured down Stephens face as he quickly looked for a way out.

"Damn, can't jump, the fall would kill me. Can't yell, the cops wouldn't get here in time."

All that left was to just call 911 which didn't seem very promising at all.

"Fuuuuuuck. No service."

"Yeah, sorry about that, this place gets horrible cell reception. You would think that since its 2015 we would have better cell coverage than that."

She was right behind him. Her new attire consisted of boots, camo pants, a black tank top, a utility belt filled with survival equipment and plenty of weapons and ammo. Despite himself, Stephen took a moment to appreciate the fact that she managed to make military gear look incredibly sexy.

"Welp," Skyler started, "no time like the present right?"

Making a slashing motion with her index finger Skyler opened a tear in the fabric of time and space like she said she would and stepped through. What appeared beyond the door, portal, thing, was a ruined city that was teeming with green vegetation and large amounts of life. Jesus fuck, was that a triceratops?

Perched on a mossy rock, Skyler gazed back at Stephen with those piercing blue eyes of hers and motioned for him to step through.

"Well this sure beats filing for a divorce I suppose."

With that Stephen jumped through.