As celebrations went, it was probably the most relaxed Elliot had felt in a long time. Liberty Island was safe. More guards were put on duty here, and nearly every face he saw looked... happier. Being here made him feel as close to normal as he'd felt since the outbreak began.
Rae had a knack for finding the best booze for any occasion. Rum would've been preferred, but Elliot wasn't about to get picky. Brandy suited the purpose just fine, especially since it didn't take much to get his brother drunk. For Elliot, it was enough to chase away his prior feelings of discomfort. Rae was laughing again, and it was genuine. And that was the important thing.
Getting David to perform the Men in Tights song was the highlight of the day. In the drunken haze of his mind, he saw his brother (younger than he was now) going through the motions of the very same performance in the park he'd taken them to. Elliot laughed. David hadn't forgotten the choreography, no matter how bad he was at recreating it.
From his place on the floor, laughing between sips of brandy, Elliot watched his brother crawl over to Rae and basically threw himself onto her. The grin froze on his face as he watched the scene unfold. Getting David to loosen up was always easier when he had a few drinks in him, however, Elliot hadn't expected his brother's interest to be in Rae. It made him want to walk (okay, stagger) over there and shove David away. Instead, he finished off another glass of Courvoisier.
"Yeah," he grudgingly agreed, forcing a laugh. "A real clown. Tell her about your ghost theory, Dave. I'm sure she'd love to hear how funny you really are."