You were sitting with Bill and Javier around the campfire, a bottle of whiskey in your hands, sipping from it every now and then.

The atmosphere was calm, the three of you just enjoying the fire, Bill saying a few drunken words every now and then and Javier just nodding his head in response. You didn't know much what to say, however, the more you drank, the looser you felt, feeling sentimental and simply wanting to get whatever it was you had out of your chest. It's been a while since this happened, so why not now?

When everything was calm again, just the sound of the fire crackling, you finally decided to speak...