Veronica and Silas
It was true, the cockroach shots were addicting. Veronica had already lost count on just how many she had. Combining that with the ever sought after apple pie moonshine, and the girl was feeling warm, and not because of the summer Texan night. She was by no means drunk. Rather, Veronica was in that nice in-between state of pure happiness, where the drink could make her forget about her past and the worries of today, to instead of have fun with her favorite people.
It was good to be so high up in the camp bitch food chain. It meant it was very easy for her to be holding another glass of that amazing apple pie moonshine. Taking another sip of the drink, Veronica's eyes scanned the group. Recognizing the tail gunner alone by the fire, Veronica lowered her drink and decided to head over to see him. Her light curls bounced a little as she danced a little as she walked, loving the music choices.
"Well, if there was ever any doubt of which group is the best to be a part of," she said to Silas as she had gotten within earshot, "If we were judging solely on parties, with the way these can be, I know I'll never leave."