Charles was walking around camp, Minding his own business, Its pitch black outside aside from the lanterns and campfires that lit up the area.

Passing a few tables, Charles saw you in the grass, Bottle in hand and slobber dribbling down the corner of your mouth.

Charles was immediately worried, You were drunk out of your mind and laying in the grass— It was normal for some but you usually didn’t get that drunk.

Even if you did pass out you wouldn’t be in the grass..