Myles extended his legs along Savrina's bed, comfortably stretching out. His freckled arms reached over his head, and he let out a sigh. It was good they all got together like this, they hadn't in a long time... now that he thought of it, it had probably been a year. He felt so out of touch with them all of a sudden, and appreciated the effort Sav took to bring them all together. 

_Though some weren't invited._ He glanced at Mitch's sister, presuming their similar personalities would no doubt clash. He would give her the benefit of the doubt nonetheless, Mitch was a good guy.

Myles reached over to Sav's night-table, taking a swing of his beer. He gulped it down, afterwards burping contentedly. Noting his lack of manners he put on a sheepish grin, then took another solid swig, draining the bottle. It slipped out of his hand and flanked onto the floor, before spinning in a circle. He awkwardly tried to grab it still on his back, but soon gave up with a groan of annoyance.

His blue eyes wandered to the window, distracted by the outside. It was dark out, but the screams of children were clearly audible. It was Halloween night, and who wouldn't want to stay up past bedtime to horde some candy and dress up? He chuckled at the thought, somewhat reminiscent of those days back in his own childhood. For now, he would zone in to what his friends were saying. Though such an immature game, truth or dare was suddenly getting intense.

He heard Sav in the next room, her voice quiet, muffled and serious. He could only guess who she was talking to, but he didn't really want to know or confirm it. Wasn't his business. Moments later, Sav walked in, and Myles adjusted on the bed to allow her some space and draped both his arms over her shoulders, with his face peeking out behind one of them. He whined when she moved, having forgot her beer. 

Myles perked up when she offered to grab something for the rest of their group, and he shouted, a little too loudly, "MA, CAN I GET ANOTHER BEER?"