Felix took the bottle back, sliding it into the bag but leaving the flap open, not taking a drink of the whiskey himself. Instead he pulled out what was left of his coffee, shaking the travel mug up a little before thumbing the spout open, the sharp pop of the plastic barely audible over the water. He felt like he was holding a big kid sippy cup, but didn't care.
"I think so? I don't fucking remmeber. They were fun though," he snorted, shaking his head as he move his attention back to the water, then up to the sky. The moon was out, and the familiarity of it felt nice somehow, but not as good as being able to see the sky at all in the tree gap the river provided. It was also probably had made the trek easier, not wanting to think of just how dark it would have been without it. "Do you guys know any constellations?"