Re: By the bonfire: Holly/Trav
He'd been feeling some kind of way ever since striking the spark on this bonfire. Maybe even before that, long before, if he was being wholly honest with himself. There was a stir-crazy irritation just under his skin, and it had everything to do with this town. More so, it had to do with his family, his loneliness, the weird shit going on with his hands lately, and now whatever was going on with Marta. It was a lot and it grated. So Travis set his back against the wind and stood out on the water come dusk, where he smoked a few cigarettes and skipped some rocks on the still waters.
By the time the sun went down, there was a steady fire raging and people had begun to show up. Strangely enough, he appreciated it. After all of that standing out on the water, Travis didn't really feel much like being alone. So he walked up to the fire, taking a plastic cup of something from somebody. The first voice that he heard over the pop and crackle of the fire was actually one that he recognized. Trav smiled his crooked, good ol' boy smile and stepped closer to flick the ass end of his cigarette into the subtle roar of fire before them.
"We must be doing pretty good if Netflix sprang for a 3rd season." His bare fingers were wrapped around the red plastic cup in his hand and it'd been so long, like since Christmas, that he'd gone without wearing his work gloves literally everywhere... but this was a party, just a normal chill party, and maybe his hands wouldn't do their weird hands thing. He wasn't planning on shaking a bunch of hands or anything anyway.
A smoke ring to the stars and Travis, dressed bumfuck boring in a white tee and faded jeans, a blue baseball cap twisted over his greaseslick hair, looked down to where Holly sat.
"Where's Noah?" He thought they were like inseparable, or some shit.