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Sitting back, Newt stretched his legs out, feet close to the fire. He would have been up with the other boys, eating, talking, but his right leg was still healing from his fall. Mostly it was good to walk on but he avoided any unnecessary movements with it. Besides the night was cool and the fire was warm. He didn’t need to be up and about to enjoy the moment of peace the gladers often took for themselves. When Alby had first proposed a party every month for the newest Greenie, Newt hadn’t really seen the point in it. One of many reasons why Alby was in charge and he wasn’t. He got it now, of course. They needed time to be boys. To let their minds relax and not think about anything other than goofing off. These parties had slowly become something that New actually looked forward too every month. Often, by the time they rolled around, he was itching for a night of fun.
He hadn’t actually noticed that Gally was missing until he showed up out of no where, with ben right behind him. They came up from the other side of the fire pit and Gally was holding these jars. They were filled with a almost clear liquid that had a sort of brown tint to it. Odd. Ben, behind Gally just a bit, was wobbling everywhere. He had a huge grin on his face and kept laughing at the smallest of things. Now, Newt was well aware that sometimes Gally wasn’t the easiest to get along with. A good man, yeah, he believed that but one who often had bad days. Something he could understand. Gally was just far more outwards with his feelings. Still, he didn’t think Gally was bad. Though for a second, a moment, he thought maybe Gally had poisoned Ben. Seemed out of character, so Newt pushed the thought aside. “What sort of klunk have you got there, Gally?” Newt called out to him. Eyes narrowed slightly as he looked over the two of them and those jars once more.