Bishop and Teagan, 3:30 AM
By now Bishop had lost track of what time it was, frankly, he was real proud of himself that he could even remember his own name at this point. Long about two in the morning Mush had roped him into playing a round of Stump with him and a couple other prospects, and one round had turned into two and so on an so forth. It was shortly after Bishop had nearly lost a thump to the game that he found himself stumbling back into the mass of people still taking full advantage of the spectacle of a party Rodeo had concocted for his sister and nephew.
This was an escape from the reality of what was likely coming around the bend for them. In one fell swoop they had managed to piss off not one, but two of their enemies. The reason behind it was worth it, having Adelaide and Charlie in came, safe and out of the Capitol’s clutches – still, this felt like some kind of last hurrah before shit hit the fan again.
Of course this wasn’t a thought that Bishop would voice, and it could very well have been the moonshine making up ninety percent of his body by this point that had his mind churning on such heavy thoughts.
What was needed was a distraction, and he knew just what would do the trick – now he merely needed to find Teagan.
The two had parted ways earlier that evening, going off in separate directions, yet always bumping back into each other from time to time. Neither felt a pressing need to be at the other’s hip all the time. After all, both were well aware that by the end of the night they’d be settling down in the same space to sleep off what would undoubtedly be one hell of a hangover.
Bishop was just approaching the small ferris wheel when he spotted the familiar flash of wild blonde hair up ahead. Drunk and goofy, he didn’t bother calling out to her, Instead he cut a path through the crowd, arms wrapping around Teagan’s waist and lifting her up off the ground once he reached her. “Hey, darlin’, miss me?” He murmurs, mouth pressed against her ear.