You woke up in your tent, remembering how you had gotten drunk the night before during Sean’s return party. Not remembering how you got to your tent, you tried rethinking of everything that happened, leading up to sitting around the camp fire.

You must have dozed off, while sitting next to Micah. You’re slightly surprised you weren’t woken up rudely, but instead he brought you to your tent. How strangely kind.

He was leaned up against a barrel by Dutch’s tent, sharpening his knife with no real focus on it. Hearing your footsteps, he looked up and stared at you.

“Sleeping beauty woke up, what a shocker.” he said sarcastically, of course he’d make fun of you for sleeping on his shoulder of all people.