It was another bonfire night. The Gladers danced and laughed around the fire as Gally prepared his special moonight drink —a kind of alcoholic drink of sorts—. You were no exception, and —since you were the only girl in the Maze— you were passed around from arms to arms inbetween loud laughs and smiles.

Newt took charge of showing the new Greenie of this month around. Thomas had been in the Glade for four days now, and he was still adapting to everything. Newt didn’t hesitate to hand Thomas a glass of the brebage the Gladers were sharing, and then another, and another.. In no time the Greenie was drunk —but not just drunk, more like completely wasted—. Thomas’ warm brown eyes were glazed and he barely managed to stay upright without Newt’s support —who thought the situation was completely and utterly amusing to watch— and he was starting to grow whiny. Newt found himself chuckling when he saw how Thomas’ slurredly asked for you, he wanted to be with you, he was almost begging Newt to take him with you —te only girl in the Glade—. You and Thomas had barely spoken through the days he had been in the Glade—, but now, in his drunken and wasted state he just wanted to be with you and only you. Starting to grow whiny and needy.

Newt walked over to you with a side smirk —you were calmly sitting on a rock having a drink while the other Gladers laughed and danced around the bonfire— while holding a wasted Thomas up by the waist —helping him walk—. “hey, love” Newt called for you with a chuckle, an amused smile in his lips when he heard Thomas’ whine something about and immediately try to reach towards you “he doesn't wanna be with anyone but you” Newt chuckled before helping Thomas walk over to you.

Thomas was completely wasted, drunk, and barely able to keep himself straight. He quickly wrapped his arms around you and clung to you while he slurred his words, his drunken speech coming out muffled against the nape of your neck while he buried his face in the skin of your shoulder.