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SIX 「recruitment」 ＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚
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FINALLY, THE DAY had come. A night of letting loose and living carefree. The Gladers gathered around the large pile of stacked wood. Kaylus had been let out of the Slammer, along with a stern warning. As it turned out, Nick's threat had just been to scare the Greenie. He told Sylvia that he had been so stressed out by everything that happened that day that the words flew out of his mouth before he could stop them. His explanation came as a relief to her.
A couple of the Keepers, including herself, had lit torches in their hands, waiting on Nick's count. Gally set up batches of his drink next to the stand Frypan stood at with the food he'd prepared.
"Everyone ready?" Nick shouted. The Gladers replied with an uproar of shouts. Satisfied, Nick began the ceremony, "Keepers, now!"
The Keepers threw the torches towards the bottom of the pit, the flames catching on the dried hay and kindling laid out along the bottom. The Gladers whooped and cheered, smiles becoming contagious among them. A couple of boys slapped at makeshift drums, creating a beat. The bonfire burned brightly, the heat licking at Sylvia's skin. The sky was clear and the quarter moon shone down on them. Joy simmered in the air, mixing with the humidity left over from the day. It was a good night.
Even Sylvia was grinning madly. The Gladers swore it was one of the only times they ever saw her smile so freely. Sylvia and Nick walked over to where Gally was situated, handing out drinks to every Glader. She motioned for him to hand some over and he glared at her.
"I'm not giving you any."
Sylvia's jaw dropped, "What!? You can't refuse me service! It's bonfire night!"
Gally shook his head, "Nope. You woke me from my beauty sleep the other day. You're not getting any."
"Oh, come on Gally! Please?"
Gally looked to Nick in shock, "Did Sylvia just use the word please?"
"She'd do anything for your moonshine." Nick shrugged, taking two glasses from the table.
