One Too Many
Who can interact: Camp members only, canon or AU
Sean was well past drunk, an impressive feat even for him, slumped near the fire with a bottle he’d long since stopped keeping track of. His cheeks were flushed, his words slurring together as he burst into another fit of laughter at something that had happened at least an hour ago but was apparently still the funniest thing he’d ever heard.
“The look on his face-” he snorted, nearly tipping over, catching himself on a nearby log. “Swear to God, I thought he was gonna faint where he stood…”
He squinted up at the stars, arms spread out like he was making angels in the dirt.
“Ain’t life just a beautiful, cursed mess, huh?”
Another laugh.
“Anyone tell you lot how much I like this gang? Even you- an’ that’s sayin’ somethin’.”
He shifted, finally noticing the world again instead of drifting through it.
“…Where’d my bottle go?”
