By the bonfire: Holly/OPEN
Holly wasn't a drinker. Blame his dad and the years spent walking on eggshells, but he didn't really like being around intoxicated people, either, so maybe a bonfire on the lake wasn't the most logical place for him to be. But he was also a young guy, and he'd gotten off work early, so, right, here he was. He wasn't sure where Noah was, but he knew the guy was intending to put in an appearance at some point, and right now? Holly was just standing by the flame, a red Solo cup in his hand, and something vinegary that passed for beer coating his tongue.
He'd showered after work, and he looked sloppy, but he was clean, you know, after a day of annoying physical exertion that was determined to ensure he wouldn't have a heart attack before whatever lived inside the facility-basement portal could rip his head off. Priorities, right? Anyway, it meant he was tired, lids heavy and a few drinks in, and he was going to give up the entire concept of standing soon.
For now, he rocked from heel to toe, and he thought about the past few months. It had been a rollercoaster, and he seldom had time to just stand and think about where his life had unexpectedly taken him. Maybe it was a good night for introspection, because who didn't want to untangle the skeins of their life before being sent to certain death? He didn't think about that often: Certain death. But, you know, he was a few beers in, so, sure. He needed to, like, get things settled: Affairs in order, right? That was the saying, and he was just a barrel of laughs tonight. He shook his head, and he ambled over to one of the chairs around the bonfire and slouched heavily into it. "You know," he said to no one in particular, "I don't get why no one around here seems to care that we're legitimately living in the Twilight Zone. I mean, it's like we're a Netflix series. Maybe this is Season three or something, and with any luck we'll get a better ending than Game of Thrones, but, yeah..."