The Sun Will Always Rise, Chpt.8 – it’s the little things
Chpt.8 - it's the little things
As I re-entered the room the atmosphere suddenly became awkward and I tried asking the others about there family and friends but no one really wanted to talk, so for about half an hour we sat in silence going about our own business, whilst cleaning out my bag i found the bottles of alcohol and cigarettes I found at the service station along with pack of old playing card, I turned to the group with these items in my hands and shouted "POKER!!!" everyone immediately drew there packs of cigarettes and boxes of ammunition, and jeered.
We sat round the table dealing hand after hand each taking huge gulps of the assorted bottles of alcohol as the room became casually filled with smoke. we bet in soldiers currency, bullets, smoke and pretty much everything, even push ups, and I tell u this much there not as easy when your drunk! All that could be heard from within the safety of our patrol hut was swearing, unrecognisable shouting and lines such as "hit da shit!" mostly used when push ups were betted, it was the best time we had for as long as we can remember, and once we found a set of speakers, well that's when the party really started, we played all the classics of course, queen, bon jovi , yano the ones everyone knows.
When we ran out of booze I walked over to the officers' mess hall to see if they had any port, we were in luck there was four bottles left and as I was staggering through the hall back to the hut I heard a rustling from the store room, when I opened the door I was greeted by a young male otter in the corner, completely intoxicated I grabbed him and shouted "come join the party BITCH!!!woooo!" I then pulled him up and guided him to the hut and upon my return I heard the start of fireflies by owl city. I busted in the door port in one hand and an unnamed otter in the other shouting "look what I found!!!" it was followed by a jeer and I continued by singing the word of the chorus, the rest of the group joining me.
The otter eventually warmed to us and joined in on our activities, an hour or so after the otter joined us it finally came to me to ask him his name, when I turned to inquire he said "Conner" I turned my entire body to face him and said "well Conner, welcome to alpha zero, GOOD MOTHER FUVKIN LUCK!!!" and planted my muzzle on his and falling into his arms, after that the rest of the night was a blur.