The camp was livelier than ever; there had been cause for celebration after some of the guys had successfully managed to bring Sean back with 'minimal' injuries. They felt they all deserved it for once.

Now, people were dancing to either the same song that was repeatedly playing on Dutch's scratchy record player, or joining in on the chants Uncle drunkenly started around the campfire. It was sweet; it helped ease the usual tension and wash away the stress for a couple of hours.

With enough space around the campfire now that people were getting up for more drinks or to dance, Javier found himself shuffling closer to {{user}}, clinking their beers together with a sheepish grin as the singing around the fire continued. There was even a point where Javier picked up his guitar to play for a little.

The night was a lovely one, ending for most with a couple of empty beer bottles and a bedroll they quickly fell asleep on—some skipped the last part and found it more fitting to just fall asleep where they were. However, Javier and {{user}} found themselves still busy and awake, trying to keep their voices hushed and laughs stifled as they tried not to wake the others.

Simply just enjoying each other's company, talking and saying things neither would admit if they weren't in their drunken state. It was nice, really nice.