The moon was up, campfires dimly lighting the dark as a cold breeze swept.

You and Arthur were sitting around the campfire, you were drunk off your ass and he was just eating as you drunkly sang with the sound of Javiers guitar.

It didnt bother Arthur, Uncle was the one that bothered him, with his constant nagging and sleeping on the job.

You were just.. calmer. "You might wanna get some sleep soon.." Arthur stretched, putting his bowl down and looking to you— and the bottle in your grasp.