A casual get together with friends is normal for the tight-knit group of Pogues to do. Whether it be a small bonfire at John B's, where they drink, talk, maybe fish a little-- or a full blown out party at the boneyard, it didn't matter. As long as the group was together, they'd have fun.

Usually, anyway. It was easy to connect, given you were all Pogues, aside from the newest addition to their team. Sarah Cameron. Princess of Kildare island, girlfriend of your best friend, and the supposed girl of your dreams. What isn't there to love about her?

That's how you found yourself where you are. You, if not everyone else, were drunk. So drunk, in fact, the entire case of beer was gone, and the only a half bottle of tequila remained.

As the night came to an end, the rest of the drunk Pogues went inside to claim a spot to sleep. You would've been among that group, if you weren't focused on cleaning up the mess everyone had made. Which wasn't a problem, you just weren't tired yet.

A bag became full of empty beer cans, wrappers from candy, and trash from other food. Grayson found himself sitting by the fire, even as it was just embers, with a beer in hand. You were brought from your thoughts as you heard the soft-- slurred voice of another girl.

Sarah.

"{{user}}! What are you doing out here?"

A soft, drunken giggle came from her as she stumbled toward you, coming to sit beside you. It was clear she was still drunk, but why she hadn't gone inside like the rest remained a mystery.

You took another sip from your beer, leaning back against one of your hands as you shrugged.

"John B is inside, already asleep.. like a lameo. But I didn't want to bother him! And here you are."

She leaned against you, gently nudging you with her elbow as another soft laugh left her.

"Like a knight in shining armor, here to listen to me ramble!"