Derek snorted. "Phones have never been high on my list of things to carry," he said. He started walking, and waited until they were far enough to speak, mindful that in a place like this, his voice would carry. "I was a kid in ... well now, so I've had a phone for a few years, and then nothing. When I went back, I had my unit, we used old phones, the flipping kind, no pictures, no internet, no anything. This is the first time I've used a smart phone, and you don't know how wrong it feels to have any technology that is 'smart'. It's how the fucking mess started."
He smirked when she mentioned the tequila, though. "That's because I need a few cases to even feel it. And, besides, that's not to get drunk; it's to celebrate. We don't have food back home, or at least nothing that counts as edible. Some countries started farming recently, or fifteen years from now Alcohol is the one thing we do have and pretty much the default for any party."
He didn't go too far, just enough to be away from the buildings and lights. He put down his backpack and took out the sleeping bag. He realized that he should have asked after he took out hers, but whatever, he wasn't exactly a gentleman, as shown by the past hour. He opened both sleeping bags and zip them together. "Okay, now we can get comfortable." He took out a towel and folded it as a pillow. After putting the bottle nearby, he kicked off his boots and got in between the sleeping beds. "Come on, Red," he said, spreading one arm to give her further support. "You can ramble for as long as you want now."