Demi and Ruth - 10:15PM
Most people had probably forgotten -- or simply didn’t care -- that Hellhounds’ the grumpy Resource Manager had been brought to the Dog Park by their Enforcer, but Vic and his family were some of the only people in the camp that Ruth had any sort of soft spot for. Not that she ever drew attention to this fact. At least, not in any way except with her willing presence, now and then, when the occasion called for it. And a wedding definitely called for it.
Ruth had taken up a place on one of the benches near the bonfire, with Calamity at her feet and a jar of moonshine resting on her knee, held in place by just the tips of her fingers. This wasn’t her typical scene, but with her shoulders back, head up, and eyes fixed on the action around her, it wasn’t the most closed off Ruth had ever looked in company, either. Although she sometimes smirked at something or other that happened nearby, she wasn’t really making any attempt to speak to anyone.
That is, until someone plopped down next to her on the bench. Ruth glanced over, one eyebrow slightly raised, but relaxed her guard when she recognized Demi. With a nod of greeting, she cleared her throat and said, “Enjoying the celebration?”