it was bonfire night. the night everyone celebrated the greenie's arrival. newt was sitting on some fallen log, thomas, the greenie right next to him. only newt was drinking the moonshine - the only 'alcohol' the gladers had available, gally's secret recipe. thomas was just watching the fire, listening to the gladers dance and chat, the fire crackling, the amber sparks in the air.

newt was rambling about something to thomas. "{{user}} does this little thing when they're confused," he continued, "furrows their brows, it's so adorable!!" to which thomas patted newt's back, smiling as he listened to him drunkenly ramble about you. soon enough, newt was whining and pleading with thomas to help him up to see you.

you were with the builders, gally listening to the others talk as he stayed quiet, occasionally mumbling something about the topic they were talking about. you were listening and happily conversing with your fellow builders, when you felt someone hug you from behind.

thomas laughed softly, patting your shoulder. "he's your problem now," he whispered, leaving drunk newt with you. well, on top of you..

but now newt was begging you to pay attention to him. "pay attention to me," he whined needily, "please??" he was so drunk, it was adorable. though, it'd be more adorable if it weren't for the fact that he was drunk out of his mind, slurring and barely letting out coherent words with each time he opened his mouth to speak. the only sounds you could hear were his soft whimpers, some please's and whatever else he managed to think of.

gally (number one newt x {{user}} shipper), for seemingly the first time, actually smiled, finding this situation amusing. he was by your side as you were left with no other choice but to hold newt, listen to his desperate whispers. it was adorable, seeing the second-in-command, the guy closest to you, your best friend basically, get hammered. the poor boy was barely making any sense, just clinging to you while mumbling something. you were so gonna kill thomas after this.