Blue | Rafe Cameron

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'So, Scooter Grub's dead, his boat is abandoned, and we plan on eventually jacking the supposed contraband off it pretty soon?' I list off, nodding my head nonchalantly as if I were just naming my shopping list.

'Sounds about right,' Kie smirks and I raise an amused brow at her.

'And we're here now in the Boneyard, with a kegger and a shit ton of Pogues, Kook's and Tourons to do what exactly?' I question, vaguely smiling at one of the bright-eyed tourists as she took a beer from John B's outstretched hand.

'We're having fun, Rory' JJ said, his words slow and deliberate, and I scoffed out a laugh as he sauntered over to me, placing a red solo cup full to the brim in my hands. I scowl at the liquid he clumsily sloshes down the sides and onto my clothes, but he just grins in reply.

'You do remember what fun is don't you?' He asks rhetorically and I roll my eyes, not deigning to answer. Instead, I bring the cup to my lips, tilting my head back and allowing the malty taste of beer to run down my throat.

'That's my girl!' JJ whoops and all I can hear as I swiftly intake the full cup is 'CHUG! CHUG! CHUG!' and several other voices join in.

I cringe as I reach the dregs of the cup, and as I scrunch the plastic into my hand, discarding it to the litter at the side, all my friends cheer. I snort at their enthusiasm, wiping the remnants from my lips with a chuckle.

While that one cup of beer didn't immediately inebriate me, the effects were good enough that I no longer felt the overwhelming burden of everything around me. I don't hesitate to take another from John B's hand, taking long leisurely sips.

'Woah easy there' Pope fusses but I distantly hear JJ tell him to shut up and let me live.

I only drink about half of my second cup before pausing, the slight buzzing in my ears and distorted fog of my sight alerting me that I was nearing that line. I take small sips, not needing to wake up tomorrow with an incurable hangover and not wanting to spend the rest of my night passed out in the sand.

The party rages on around us, the sun had set long ago and now in the illumination of the moon and starry sky, it seemed that the darker it got, the tipsier and wilder the people became. My eyes scour over the expanse, the log fire burning, sparking embers in the middle of so many dancing, laughing, drunk, and high teens.

If I wasn't tipsy, I would have told whoever made it that it was a fire hazard.

'Feel better?' John B muses, sipping from his cup and I nod my head, a wide toothy smile gracing my face.

'As a wise man once said: There's little that alcohol can't solve' I smirk and John B's face lights up.

'Quoting my words back to me? How inspirational' He teases, and I giggle, saluting my cup against his in a messy gesture that has both our drinks splashing all over us. We both take simultaneous sips from our cups, but while I am less consuming, John B chooses to satiate himself by draining the whole cup.

I laugh at the wet stains that coat his t-shirt, his typical carelessness leaving him soaked and sticky. I open my mouth to mock him, but my eyes divert and land on a blonde-haired girl making her way towards me.

I frown as I see Sarah beeline straight for me and though part of me knows that John B wouldn't care about us interacting, I also don't want to give him the wrong impression.

'I'll be back' I smile, trying to appear casual, and in his indifferent state, John B merely nods, giving me a heart thumbs up. I snort, patting his shoulder as I leave and I quickly make my way through the sand, careful to avoid any of my other friends.

Sarah must notice that I'm coming towards her as she stops, a little further out from where the majority of the crowd lingers.

I give her a small greeting smile as I get closer, and her face reads anxious as I finally stop before her.