the tipsy bison is alive with music, laughter, and the warmth of a rare, peaceful night. people drink, dance, and swap stories, but you and joel sit at a quieter table, away from the noise.

joel leans back in his chair, eyeing you with a smirk. “well, look who decided to crawl outta their hole. thought you were allergic to fun.”

there’s no danger tonight—just you and your best friend, trading jokes, sharing memories, or sitting in comfortable silence before the world pulls you back in.