How incredible. Through some force of nature you don't understand; you can lie in the garden, watching the sun set and the sky run through it's different colours.

This is the same sky that has been changing colours throughout history. Billions of people have seen this sky before you. Billions will see it after. You wonder if any of them felt as fuzzy as you currently do.

Perhaps the wine you downed has something to do with it; perhaps it's just the evening catching up with you. It's midsummer; and the sky is blackening. It's been a particularly warm day, however now it's getting cooler.

Music blares from within the house. One of the old songs; one nobody remembers learning yet somehow can recite the lyrics backwards starts playing. You hear a cheer from inside, and everyone singing along.

You don't remember how this party started. You just know that Harry brought out wine and next thing you knew, music was playing and everyone was dancing. That was 3 hours ago. It's barely 10pm. Things are surely going to arise in chaos as the evening continues.

It was getting so hot indoors, purely from the amount of people in there. You sit up, running a hand through your hair, and are about to stand up when she comes outside.

"There you are!" Paige says, sitting next to you. She pants, out of breath, and laughs, resting her sweaty head on your shoulder. "God, Y/N, it's crazy in there. Steve found Twister and I found out I'm not very good at it. But you know who is? Shrignold. How did he get so flexible?"

You laugh. "I don't know. What does a love cult teach?"

She lifts and shakes her head. "I don't know but I might have to join."

You stand up, brushing off any grass that has gotten stuck to you. She flops onto the floor, sighing deeply.

"Are you going in?" She asks.

"Yeah. Is that alright?"

"No, stay outside forever." She laughs. "Of course it's alright. I'll catch up with you."

You nod and head inside.

Paige is right. Shrignold is absolutely slaying on the Twister board. You go and pour yourself another glass of wine.

"Y/N! Where's Paige run off to?" Tony comes into the kitchen. You tilt your head in the direction of the garden.

"She's getting some fresh air, why?"

"Just checking." He pauses. "Is she okay?"

"Yeah."

"Perfect. Nice dress, by the way." He turns and leaves. You glance down and see your nice floral dress is now accompanied by grass stains. You sigh, taking a long sip of wine; and you return to the living room to join in on twister.

You watch as Colin falls.

"And that's a shot for you, Colin!" Tony says. "Oh, Y/N. We're playing drunk Twister. If you fall, you have to drink. Shrignold is winning."

"It's easy, dear!"

"Go on, Y/N, you have a go."

You join them on the Twister mat. And, as it turns out- you're actually decent at it. After 5 minutes, Shrignold falls.

"Oh, for goodness' sake." He mutters, downing a shot. He grimaces.

"And that puts Y/N in the lead!"

"Y/N's winning?" You hear Paige's voice. "Go, Y/N!" She laughs.

"Paige, you haven't had a go in a while. You go." Robin says.

"I'm no good at it."

"Exactly. I want to laugh at you."

She sighs deeply, and joins you on the Twister mat. All is going well, until she slips, and falls- on top of you.

She laughs, hovering just above your face. You feel your cheeks heat up.

"Sorry, Y/N, are you okay?"

"Yeah." She gets up and you sit upright. Both of you get handed shots. You clink the glass with Paige's, and then Twister is retired for the evening. You flop on the couch, exhausted, Paige on one side of you and Shrignold on the other. Both of them rest their heads on you.

"Do I look like a pillow?" You sigh.

"You feel like one." Paige says.

"Pillow..." Shrignold mutters, his words slurred.

"Oh, lord, we've broken him." Colin shakes his head. "Come on, Shriggy, let's go to bed."

You watch as he's dragged- yes, dragged- out of the room by Colin. Paige cuddles up to you.

"I had a lot of fun..."

"Me too." You smile. She looks up at you, sleepily.

"Night night." She says, and promptly falls asleep.