Of all the items to found uncovered in the remnants of a liquor store, actual liquor was, ironically, the last thing to be uncovered. It brought a great amount of joy to the Georgian youth, like finding a four leafed clover or a leprechaun shitting out a pot of gold. Fresh water was in short supply, so the first thing Ellis needed was a cold one. . or a room temp one, or a slightly hot one. Fortunately, no one broke the news that alcohol required hydration, and it kept the youth’s spirits high. Two bottles of beer and a bottle of cognac rolled helpless on the floor of the safe house, and Ellis’ booted feet danced around in a sloppy manner around them. Somehow managing to not break anything. ❝ And then, and then, Keith got his god dang willie stuck in the bird house. Shiiiit. He sure as shit was lucky no woodpecker was in there though. . and I told ‘im this, yuh gotta have wood tuh be pecked on in the first place. So, yeah, that’s how my mamma got engaged. ❞ Words were a slur yet no more difficult to understand than his usual self. A huge grin was set upon lips, and Ellis licked the last of the alcohol from lips before tumbling to the ground next to Harper; the goofy grin got even goofier. ❝ Yer, uh, hair. . it looks shiny, like. . shit, is that spitter blood ? Still looks nice though. ❞ Sweat sullied trucker hat was removed, tossed to the side, and hues gazed beyond the bars at the full moon outside. What a night.