Edge of the bonfire crowd: Pippin/Noah
Pippin looked up to the unfamiliar voice that was obviously talking to her. A sheepish grin formed on her face for being called out. "Nerds who don't know how to have a good time?" She chuckled. It wasn't the first time she'd been accused of that, and most likely won't be the last so she cut to the chase.
She turned the book over to show off the cover and title: The Dream Cycle of H.P. Lovecraft. "It's short stories about nightmares and dreams that touch on the celestial and cosmic." She shrugged. "Lovecraft's lighter works. Less madness and monsters."
Being the polite Irish girl she was she held the bottle out to offer a drink.