Clyde's face breaks into a huge smile, "Now we're talking!"
We pack our stuff and head to the woods a few blocks from the campus library. Part of the woods has been converted into a park. Since it's close to midnight, the park is empty. We find an empty bench near a pond, and Clyde brings out two plastic cups from his backpack, along with a thick glass bottle. I blink at the contents. I've never seen a wine this shimmery and colorful. The bottle seems to be an ordinary one, but the liquid inside is beautiful.
"It's called Moonshade," Clyde says proudly. "It's a very unique wine. There are only three wineries in the world which produce them. It's more expensive than the most aged wine."
I give him a doubtful look, "Are you sure it's okay to be drinking this?"
He chuckles, "Oh, yeah. Com
