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Where you going? Don't go. No, no, no, no. Stay right here, I'm more sincere when I drink.
— Dionysus, The Buttertones
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━━━━━━ October 5, 2149
"JASPER AND MONTY ARE making moonshine."
⠀⠀⠀Octavia lay on her stomach inside her tent, the journal the Grounder had given her shoved under her pillow the moment someone walked through. She looked over her shoulder at Casey, then lazily pulled it back out to continue reading.
⠀⠀⠀"Yeah, so?" she muttered, tracing her fingers against the charcoal strokes.
⠀⠀⠀"Well," Casey began, her tone edging on teasing as she rocked back and forth on her heels. "Everyone's going to be getting drunk off their asses, not paying attention to anything that's happening, it makes it... pretty easy to sneak out, don't you think?"
⠀⠀⠀Octavia's eyes darted to Casey faster than a bullet. She grew nervous, fingers messing with the edge of the page, and sweat beaded on her skin. Casey found it amusing. She knew about the book and where it came from. Octavia obviously didn't care if she knew, but neither of them discussed the fact that she had been seeing the Grounder. The fact that Octavia expected no one to notice, not even Casey, that she planned to sneak out was naive.
