The next line was harder not to guffaw at, "For forever," Sang the boy, gazing mock-adoringly at their joined hands, pretending to have his hold on hers linger when she slipped away from him. His cheeks were red from the laughter that seems likely to spill being held back. These dorks, I swear.
"Raise a glass to freedom," He belts, with a determined countenance, as he stands with his imaginary glass cupped in his hand, "Something they can never take away, no matter what they tell you." He circles the stool, to approach the very popular window and stop a little before halfway, facing away and raising the invisible chalice up. "Raise a glass to all of us." A dramatic pivot. The drink in that cup would be spilled by now, with the way he gesticulates and thrusts it toward her. "Tomorrow, they'll be more of us!" A few steps closer, and the sun is giving him the halo effect, his 'filled' hand lowering to chest level. "Telling the story of tonight..."
RIP invisible beer.