you're my buried treasure

Noir was probably the drunkest that he was ever been, like drunk as drunk not gonna remember a single thing after an hour or so ago. He was having a blast though, his body felt like clouds and his head was fuzzy with intoxication. A grin couldn’t be wiped from his dark features and blue and lavender eyes were lidded with mirth. The Destruction lounged on the dark sand, he couldn’t really move around to much with his level of drunk. He was humming to himself quietly, he’d struck out more than he wanted but the night was not all lost.

The evening continued on and the darkness had by now fully engulfed the beaches. The stars played up in the sky and light and near invisible clouds floated by in the sky. Noir was hanging back at the party, finding himself melding into the crowd instead of seeking the attention of it. He’d been on his own for so long now that he nearly forgot what it was like to be around so many other wolves. This was so much better than any pack gathering he’d ever been to. He wouldn’t allow thoughts of the past enter his mind however, but he needed to get up and do something.