Teagan and Adelaide - October 4, 1:30AM
It's a slow burn, getting drunk on champagne from the bottle when everyone around you is working on moonshine, but Adelaide has always been an iconoclast - and besides, she thinks, as she swings through the midway with the bottle in her hand, she likes the way the bubbles feel, a different kind of burn as they go down than moonshine has to offer.
There's been a good ton of chatter and play and interaction with the people of the Dog Park tonight - she has to stop thinking like that, because she is people of the Dog Park, now - but every once in a while she breaks off, stands by herself with warmly blurred vision, takes a deep breath and looks at the lights, lets the sound wash over her, feels both immersed and wholly separate at once. She likes that feeling.
She's standing there, arms at her sides, chin tilted up to the sky, when she sees from the corner of her eye someone who is enough to pull her out of it. Adelaide smiles, quicker and more honest with the drink, and she moves up to the taller woman's elbow, looking small and as young as she is for once in her brother's AC/DC tshirt. "Well, Treasurer, I can soundly say that resources in this camp are going to good purpose," she says, badly smothering the smile that breaks through after a moment anyway.