We Dance to a Different Disco, Honey

[Leiana LaCroix]

It would seem that the delinquents no longer needed an excuse to get drunk. Or high, now that they knew about the jobi nuts. And why the hell shouldn't they have some fun? They were kids abandoned by the Ark, left in a foreign place without adult supervision, (and lets be real Bellamy does not count as adult supervision at all when he's always encouraging their bad behavior). So it was another night, and another party.

There was a massive bonfire burning brightly in the middle of the camp. People were dancing around it, and were singing out of tune and sloshing cups of Monty's moonshine around. There was no fear of grounder attacks tonight. There was just a carefree, jovial atmosphere that was infections as hell.

Everyone was welcome to join the celebrations and no one was shunned. It was a night for them to come together as a community, to let loose and relax and just have some fun. God knows they deserved it after everything they'd been though.

Leiana was there with a cup of moonshine in her hand to wash down the taste of the jobi nuts. She was smiling... she was happy. It was a strange sensation after all the sadness she had felt over the past few years. Strange, but most welcome. In her inebriated state she forced hugs on people and encourage them all the join the party and have a drink, or two, or three, or four...