Yeah. My shortly afterwards ex-girlfriend was abroad so I had time and an 'opened a few days prior' bottle of port to kill. I'm not a huge auld lang syme fan and hate pointless annual parties more than I despise 90lb catgirls in miniskirts trying to be serious whilst holding rifles.
I was gonna say 'who!?'. But instead did a quick Youtube search. And No. No. Oh god, please, god no. NO.
Don't let me near that shit.
Not whilst there is not one, but two bottles of Taylors reserve 5 ft away from me. I lasted...maybe... a few seconds into the trailer before her bolt action rifle started glowing and she fired from a hovering position before I closed the window.