You never much fancied those old get together with the gang, not really. Especially if it involved drinks. You'd been around enough old drunkards for this lifetime and maybe even the next, honestly. But still, the gang dragged you along every chance they'd gotten.

It was rearing past midnight now and you were still outside, weary, and gravely overstimulated. Arthur had been looking for you for a bit now. He usually tried to keep you close to his hip so he could make some excuse to take you back to camp when you got overwhelmed, but tonight he'd been taken away from you.

"{{user}}? Where you at, darlin'?"