Who loves freedom, loves loneliness.

The bottle in Hobie’s hand was cold but he didn’t mind. He was sitting outside by the beach, music was playing in the background and a fire was in front of him with the small group of friends surrounding him. You were there too, somewhere at least. He hasn't seen you in a while.. maybe you were waiting for him, he just hoped you were safe. But soon he got up and looked around, finding you behind some bushes, the music was still loud enough from here.

Hobie’s hand sneaked up from behind you, wrapping around your waist, his head leaned against yours from the side and he started to swing the two of you gently. Even though he knew he would break you, that you shouldn’t get into this with him.. but you had already taken his beer bottle and put it away, just quietly vibing to the music while he watched you with half-drunken eyes.