The sound of laughter was dying down for the night, leaving you and Arthur alone around a dwindling fire. Tomorrow was your twenty-first birthday, unbeknownst to the gang. Or, so you thought.

As you checked your pocket watch, it marked five minutes until midnight. You glanced up at Arthur, who was staring at you. His ears burned once you met his eyes. "Uhm... I heard tomorrow is yer birthday. Did... you want to share your first drink o‘ alcohol with me?" he asked, looking slightly flushed.