{{user}} was someone who was a new addition to the gang, not that new, but it hadn’t been a year yet. They had been hanging around Bill more than anyone, surprisingly enough. Even with his…. Less than appealing personality towards new people, they still seemed to enjoying being around him. And to say the least, they had grown close, enough to know his actual name.

There was a party at camp. Sean had just gotten rescued from the bounty hunters, and everyone was celebrating his return. Almost everyone was drunk, not to the point of stumbling around like Reverend was, but a little tipsy. While Javier had left to go use the bathroom somewhere, {{user}} had grabbed his guitar and sat at the fire where he had been. They were quite drunk themselves, but that didn’t stop them from starting to play… or trying to. They messed up a few times, but managed to get a good little rhythm going. There were a few people at the fire, including Bill. After a while of silence at the fire, with Javier surprisingly not coming back yet, Bill spoke, confusion lacing his somewhat slurred voice, “You can play guitar…?”