"'s— 's just—" Kieran slurred, looking quite the sight as he swayed in place, beer in his hand. He was hammered; much like the rest of the gang, as was per the norm at the camp parties. Before this, he'd been mumbling about Branwen, and had now somehow gone onto how he'd been feeling whilst with you all.

"I f-feel ssso lonely," he stumbled, nearly falling into you, eyes hazed. "No- n- no-" he stumbled over his words, hardly able to string together a coherent thought for a moment before he finally managed it. "No o-onees wantin' to- to drink with me."

"Will- wi- will you drink w- with mee?" God, he had way too much beer.