Josh and Bishop
Seeing shelves stocked with gawdy decorations and seeing said gawdy decorations strung all over the Dog Park were two entirely different things, Josh decided as he admired Teagan's handy work. When they had raided the old Party City downtown, it felt a little like walking into an abandoned haunted house, with Halloween masks and weird shadows and plastic jack o' lanturns everywhere you turned, but tonight they only added to the pulsing excitement throughout the camp. It was an exhilerating feeling, being in the middle of all the chaos. Sarge may never forgive them for going through with it, but Josh figured he'd get over it eventually after seeing how much fun everyone was having. And how drunk everyone was. That usually helped, too.
With a content grin, Josh sipped on his moonshine and skirted around the dance floor to observe at a better angle. It felt like home, everyone in each other's faces and being incredibly loud about it. Growing up, Josh had always kept a slight distance from the action, but in the Dog Park, he embraced it, but he still needed a break from it after a little while. He ventured over to Bishop's moonshine still, hoping for a fresh refill and a moment's reprieve from all the excitement around the fire. And in the bushes. And behind the trailers.
Clearly Josh was not nearly drunk enough if he needed a break from the festivities already, so Bishop seemed like the man to see to remedy that particular issue. "Bishop," Josh greeted with a grin, raising his glass to the man behind their liquor supply before flopping into the nearest open chair. "Could I oblige you for a refill? I don't think I'm drunk enough yet."