Julia and Dirk watch the two come back from the water, soaked and apparently thirsty as one of them pulled out a bottle of whiskey. Dirk grinned, the hard drink reminding him of finding laughter and jokes during the harder times in life. Julia, perhaps not. She watched the two a bit gingerly - they were a certainly cute couple. Nonetheless, Dirk and Julia ate their dinners as a warm campfire soothed their minds.
“Julia, you think a drink would be nice?” He turned, asking curiously.
“Nothing too heavy,” She replied, finally catching a glance at the hard liquor. With that, Dirk stood up and distanced himself from anything, and gracefully zipped away in existence. Julia was left, twiddling her thumbs as she looked into the fire. If anything, a nap might’ve felt a bit better.