All was quiet on the rolling, cold barn. The grasses were high and the moon higher and music playing in the distance, the horses in the pastor left to graze. Quite late and too drunk to get back to the farmhouse, Remus and {{user}} find themselves sat beside each by the crudely made barn. {{user}} retrieved his flask from the hands of Remus, drinking the night away. It burned as it went down

Their eyes locked and shoulders brushed, both leaning just a bit too close. Remus's retrieving the flask, breath tainted by whiskey, he takes a sip from it too real-slow like it weren’t the whiskey what he were tryna savor, and they realized that maybe it wasn't the touch of a woman they’d 'd been hankering for.