Asher was pretty tipsy. He wouldn't say drunk (his true self never allowed himself to claim himself 'drunk'), but he was on the verge of forgetting the majority of the night. Some guy had challenged him to a drinking contest and Asher, being too proud to turn it down, happily accepted the challenge and won. It wouldn't be much of an issue if the guy had accepted his loss and continued with the rest of his night, but he swung at Asher once they both stood and now here they were, outside of a pair throwing hands while other patrons watched with interest. It wasn't an interesting fight, per say, but the fact that the two were battling it out was enough to draw in an audience of at least ten people.
Jase was sat on the
porch, a bottle of water gripped in one hand as she looked out at the stars, body tired and achy from the work she'd done today. John's condition was only getting worse, meaning the little work he could do before was left up to Jason to complete alone. Sarah always offered to give her a helping hand while tending to the animals or any of the cropping, but Jase always refused to let her do so. It wasn't much of a pride thing, but it was more based on the fact that when Jase had first stumbled upon the couple a few years ago, they took her in with loving arms and treated her like their daughter. It was the least she could do. A little ways away, Jase could see flashing multicolored lights going on in a house, the bass thumping faintly out into the night air. She sighed and shook her head a bit, mainly because this was routine for the guy who lived there. She hadn't met him yet, but Sarah had come to her on multiple occasions saying, "The attractive boy next door wanted to invite you to his get together."
