Bonfire: Ben and Sorin and Open
Ben eyed Sorin, watching how he moved, guessing he was intoxicated even before he spoke. Then he stilled, his back stiffening at the sound of Romanian in the young man's voice. Then he shook his head as he made eye contact with the witch, listening through the accent for the words.
He had to grin back and watch Sorin as he plopped down beside him. Ben was a bit warmer than usual - not because he was near the fire and he was wearing robes, but the blood he had warmed up and imbibed a hour ago. The vampire continued to grin, entertaining how the other boy leaned into him. "Maybe I like reading and perhaps I was waiting for someone." He offered, smelling the alcohol from Sorin's cup and hint on his breath.
And Ben let Sorin took his book away, reaching to gently clasp the witch's upper arm not wanting him to lose his balance. He felt how underweight the witch was. The hoodie he was wearing definitely a tad bit big on him. The literature in question was a mass market paperback of Anne Rice's Tale of the Body Thief.