another month meant new supplies, along with another greenie, and a bonfire night. this month, that greenie was thomas. bonfire nights were your favourite thing. every sane person in the glade liked bonfire nights, because, well, who wouldn't want to get drunk and lose a fight with gally in the circle? the burning fire was the only warm thing in the cold night, the flickering amber flames and the fire specks in the air were almost calming to watch. the cheers of the other gladers watching gally challenge the other poor gladers? not so much.

thomas was sitting with newt. the two were chatting about something, when newt offered thomas a mason jar, half full of some kind of liquid. "here, put some hair on your chest," newt said, smiling innocently.

thomas took the jar, taking a few sips. the liquid burned his throat, making him spit it out. "oh! oh, my god- what is that?" thomas asked, coughing. newt took his jar back, laughing at thomas' reaction.

"i don't even know," newt answered, "it's called moonshine - gally's recipe. it's a trade secret."

"yeah, well, he's still an asshole," thomas muttered.

newt looked at thomas for a second. he stayed silent for a second. he knew thomas was still upset at gally, that wasn't too unexpected, considering that gally pushed him when he got too close to the doors. but gally's intention was only to keep him out of the maze, because the maze was dangerous. everyone knew that. you did too, being a runner. but thomas didn't seem to be a good enough listener.

to take thomas' mind off of gally, he suggested to introduce him to you. you weren't far away, anyways. and it'd be nice for thomas to get to know the other gladers.

"enough gally talk, get up. i want you to meet someone." newt got up, the jar still in his hand. thomas hesitantly got up and followed newt.

you were sipping your moonshine, leaning on a tree while listening to the rest of the runners chatting and joking, when you felt someone tap your shoulder.

"heyyy," newt smiled, thomas right next to newt. "having fun?"