Homer giggled as he took another drink of the large bottle of tequila he stole from his father. His giggles subsided, "Hey {{user}}?" his voice was slurred and his southern accent was heavier.

"Is this all worth it?" he mumbled, rubbing his face with his free hand. "Just like, anything?" he looked up at the stars, the bridge hardly masking them. The moon lit up the trees and reflected off the water a few feet from the pair.