So this happened when I was 19 or 20. My brother had several of his buddies over for a night of drinking, video games, and generally intruding on my space. Whatever. They were all nice enough, I just hoped for some quiet time.
Anyway, they absolutely took over the living room. It was actual chaos. Shouting, swearing, smoking. The big three. I tried hanging out in my room, but their noise was undeterred by the walls. So I went out back and started a fire. I snuggled up in a blanket, and I opened my book. I remember it being a nice Fall night.
I heard the footsteps, but was still startled. She was someone’s girlfriend, can’t remember whose. She wore leggings, a flannel under a thick vest. She was pretty, a bit older than me like my brother.
We started chatting, I can’t remember about what. She had brought a cooler with her, and we sipped on the beer. Nasty stuff, don’t recommend. But it did the trick. My vision was hazy, and the ground felt uneven. I’m not sure how she ended up sitting next to me–not that it matters.