Billy watched the sunset from under that tree, thinking about how he was going to handle certain situations but as he drank, his worries slowly disappeared until he became drunk. He had finished a little over half of the bottle, and as he got up he had the urge to throw up but sucked it in. It was probably time to get back to the camp, so he started out quickly before tripping over himself and landing on the soft grass. He began laughing hysterically, as if what he had just done was a really funny joke. He got up and then half walked, half staggered back to the camp, the fire in the twilight was his marker.

It looked like the majority of his friends were already there when he shambled into the camp, drinking from the clear bottle. He began to say something but it only came out as gibberish before he burst out laughing again, he then pulled his chair over to the fire and sat down with a thump. His bloodshot eyes watched the fire, it was sure pretty. He then looked around and noticed people staring at him, Billy had to act!

With the straightest face he could possibly muster, he tried to act sober but as he spoke his words slurred, [color=gold]"Heeeeeey g-guuuys! Hoowss everybody?"[/color] He then smirked, before that turned into a smile, then laughed again. [color=gold]"I knoooow what you're a'thinking, and no, I'm not a'drunk."[/color] He then pointed at all of them with the bottle of Vodka still in his hand. [color=gold] "Sooo, where's the foood at?" [/color]