The high alcohol usage of the camp wasn’t something new, in the evening almost everyone could be seen with a bottle of liquor in their hand and this night, it wasn’t very different. As the night got longer, some went finally to sleep as you were still sitting at the main campfire to keep yourself warm.

The sound of footsteps shuffling could slowly be heard as Javier tried to make his way over to you, having to look down as he made his steps, so he wouldn’t trip over his own feet. It was obvious that he had one or two drinks to many.

“Lucky me, to finally see you again querido”