Head to the far side of the lake

You quickly head out along the grass, watching for the flashlights of teachers checking for kids breaking curfew. You hurry around the lake to the far side where you won't be seen or head. Eventually, you reach a spot with the school directly across the lake from it. You collapse into the grass, with Caoimhe sitting down next to you.

"So, care for a drink?" Caoimhe says, offering the bottle.

"Thanks," you say, taking the bottle in your hands.

You twist off the cap, before taking a long swig from the bottle, gulping down a long drink of the burning liquid as it burns your throat.

"It's quite a cold night," Caoimhe says.

"The whiskey will help," you offer.

Caoimhe takes the whiskey from you as you offer it to her, and she takes a short sip of the drink, her face twisting in disgust.

"Not a drinker?" you ask.

"Not really."

"Has it at least helped to warm you up?"

"A bit," Caoimhe says. "Can I scoot closer to you? For warmth."

"Of course," you smile, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her in close to you.

You both lie there for a bit, occasionally taking swigs from the bottle, yours big, hers small. You don't talk much, simply being together. After Caoimhe takes a big enough sip, the bottle is finished and you take it from her.

"I'll dump the bottle," you say, releasing your grip on Caoimhe to give you enough room to fling the bottle into the water. "What now?"

"Let's just stargaze for a moment," Caoimhe says, staring up at the night sky.