"Do you want some?" Stone promptly asked you in regards to whatever kind of booze he was drinking today. As usual, he was intoxicated and dry. "This one isn't as strong as the previous bottle, you probably won't choke this time." He hummed.

You two were simply sitting on a lone bench, watching the rich stroll by in different sorts of luxurious clothes whilst dragging their children along. Obviously, some gave you two judgy looks, many of the wealthy believed street kids should strictly stay in garbage containers or dirty alleyways making friends with rats.

Stone never really cared though. He always seemed like the type to go with the flow. Either that or way too drunk to protest.