Rufio sat on the ground, resting his elbow on his legs and his head in his hand. He sat in a circle with some of the older Lost Boys, the youngest of the group being Pockets, who was 12. The younger ones had either already retired to their makeshift beds, or were hanging around by the fire.

In the middle of the circle sat a very large flask of whiskey, stolen from one of the pirates by Pockets himself, but he hadn't been sure what to do with it.

It was Nibs who suggested playing I Never with it, and after explaining how the game worked, they had convened in this circle.

Even Pan was there, sitting on a log, while everyone else sat on the floor. Felix sat next to him, leaning against the log. Everybody knew they were 'together' as such, and nobody minded. It was just how things were.

"No cheating," Curly had announced boldly, looking specifically at Pan. Some people drew in breath, wondering how he would take it. "No using your magic to alter the effects of the whiskey."

Pan just smiled and said "Cheaters never win."

So they had begun, going around in the circle claiming what they had never done, and taking a swig if they had done one of the proclaimed things.

When the flask had run dry (Pockets had won by being the most sober), they were all sufficiently drunk. Some had fallen asleep, and some were just being rowdy, play fighting.

Rufio was drifting to the former, leaning against a tree, just observing tiredly. He watched Pan and Felix especially. Sometime during the night, Pan had slipped down from his log, and now he was now straddling Felix.

It wasn't often that they would do this so openly, but Rufio supposed it didn't matter. He wondered if he'd remember this in the morning.

They were slurring words between kisses and Rufio had to look away, feeling like he was intruding.

Rufio wondered how drunk either of them were. It wasn't often either of let their walls down; were they willing to risk a secret over a drink?

He let his eyes close. Again, he supposed it didn't matter. Perhaps they had no secrets, to each other anyway. Maybe that's just how things were.