As he walked into the camp, Kassey came over and offered to take a couple logs, which he had no objections too,[color=gold]"Why thanks Kassey."[/color] Billy then dumped the remaining logs next the fire pit before exclaiming, [color=gold] "Alright, get logs for a fire, check. Now what to do.." [/color] He then slumped down to sit on the grass, looking over at the flock of girls checking out Evan's wound. A frown appeared on his face, boy was Evan a clutz but he sure did know how to get the ladies attention, that was for sure. 

So, people were going swimming, how fun. He didn't really like the water that much and it didn't help that he couldn't swim. You'd think that after seventeen years of life someone would have taught him but nope. He was a pale kid, sunlight was his enemy but he still enjoyed the outdoors, but with a lot of sunscreen. Speaking of sunscreen, he got up and went over to where he put his things and found the stuff. He then lathered it on his face and neck, that's all he needed, to get sunburn. He put the sunscreen back but as he was reaching out his hand hit one of the bottles of alcohol that he brought, the red label peered up at him, as if whispering, "drink me". It was Smirnoff Vodka.

His throat did feel parched, maybe a swig would make him feel better. No adults were around anyways, so it wouldn't hurt, probably. He took a nervous glance around to make sure no one was looking, unscrewed the top and took a swig. It burned but he swallowed and took a deep breath. He felt tempted even more, why not let loose? He had enough problems anyways to deal with and it numbed the pain. Hiding the bottle wouldn't be easy but he tried to place it behind his back, where his jeans met his skin. He then got up and backed away from the camp silently, before turning away and going down to the waters edge, off next to a tree which he leaned up against and drank more vodka. His hiding place wasn't to well hidden but enough so that you would have to look to see him. Billy wasn't even sure that anyone saw him, for all he knew what he had just did was a dead give away.

[color=gold] "Billy my boy," [/color] his voice changed as he spoke out loud to himself, more of a monotone sadness filling the air, [color=gold] "What are you doing?" [/color] he took another swig.