Imagine being friends with Bishop, Heather, and Natalie
Surprisingly the party wasn’t a full-on rager like some of the ones that were held in the past. While one could hear the music playing from the speakers, it wasn’t so loud that the speakers were going to blow out at any second but rather more soft as everyone seemed to prefer talking to their friends than dancing. You and Heather weren’t any different as the two of you had pulled up four chairs near the bonfire - placing your jackets on them to reserve them for Bishop and Natalie - and just passing the time with some chatter as you waited for the other two to show up.
Nursing the cup in your hand, you nodded at Heather’s words as she was telling you her latest frustrations with her job while you took the last sip of your drink. Seeing movement coming toward you out of the corner of your eye, you looked up and smiled when you saw Bishop and Natalie making their way towards you, hands full with cups filled to the brim with alcohol.
Nodding in thanks when Nat handed you one, you pulled your jacket to your lap so that she could sit. Once everyone was situated, Bishop raised his cup in the air. “What are we toasting?”
Pondering for a second, Heather lifted her cup and held it in the middle of you all. “No more gym.”
Nodding in agreement, Bishop chuckled. “No more gym shorts.”
“A future free of Ray Hall.” You spoke, nodding toward the boy who was currently walking around with chalice in hand as he tried getting people to make donations for Panic.
Nat let out a groan. “Ugh, that guy sucks.”
Clinking all of your cups together, you all took a sip of your drinks as you sat back in your chairs, enjoying spending one of the last few moments together before everyone headed off for their future.












