Sunrise by the Ladon Bonfire: Van and Tanek
Van was still drunk as well, which mean there was one helluva hangover coming to them soon. Most everyone would be sleeping today. November 1st was for sleeping after being up all night with ghosts. He’d forgotten about it, but he still had a 7 and 7 in his hand, half finished. Van’s facepaint was smeared and unrecognizable from the sharp crisp lines it had been when Gil had helped him paint to look like Archer. It had worked nicely with the black suit he’d borrowed from Gil and in some angles, Van had looked like an animation.
Van knew he should probably get up and move, head back to the dorms with Tanek, but the reasons why were eluding him. He was in a happy haze. Tanek’s head was on his shoulder and Van’s head was on Tanek’s. The two boys were leaning on one another, propping the other up to keep from falling off the log. It was a precarious balance.
“Yeah.” Van smiled. “‘Nother one for the books.” Remembering he was holding a drink then, he raised it in toast into the sunrise, then drank and passed it to Tanek.