(sorry omg this feels so filler ily guys)

Clunk.

As you tossed your empty beer bottle to the grass, your body came with it, plonking down in an inebriated fashion. Last time you looked at a clock this very same night it was 10:23 pm. So it was either awfully late or your concept of time just wasn't up to snuff.

You heard another bottle open, and you turned your attention over to George. You and him had been buddy-buddy since you and he were about 14. You guys liked the same records, had the same sense of humor, so you got on quite well, and on occasion you'd go out with him for hours just talking and drinking, though neither of you were old enough to even be drinking.

The two of you had been hanging out in this small forest clearing, migrating spots every few hours, but not straying too far away from home. You hadn't done your whole 'drunken outing' thing with him for quite some time, due to his newfound interest in playing the guitar. It was all he ever seemed he wanted to do, like nothing else mattered. But you finally cornered him and he seemed very receptive to sneaking his parents' booze and going out for a few hours.

So now here you were, a bumbling, wobbling drunk fool, alongside your other bumbling, drunk fool of a friend, just laughing over literally anything, downing beer like water. It felt nostalgic, really. Though it hadn't been too terribly long since you hung out with George. Maybe you just missed him.