There he was in all his splendour, Barty spread onto the grass with his eyes closed as he held a can of beer in his hand. For once, the straw blonde seemed at peace, as if he could ever be. He had brought a few things with him: pastries, fruits, crisps, and some alcohol, as he usually would. After a while, he decided to sit up, opening his eyes to take a few sips of his beer before letting a pleased sigh leave his lips.

"That's how life should be." Barty hummed, looking at the empty field. Well, empty beside him and {{user}}. He had this pleased grin on his lips, the breeze caressed his face, and the sun was slowly going down, casting a golden glow on his face.

"This is perfect." Cross added, opening a bag of crisps before playfully tossing a few crumbs to his friend on his right, looking at them with a glimpse of mischief in his eyes. "You, me, decent weather, food and cold drinks." He said before taking another gulp from his can.

"Well.. maybe warm drinks now."