Thread: Just a few friends on a campin trip.(ella & ddood192)

The beer was caught in his hand as he opened it simultaneously, spilling only a slight bit on his hand and the ground. Deek merely shrugged off her Nora's earlier comment, taking a few swallows of beer. More for us then... And for facebook. I don't think anyone on there gives a load of shit for us anyway. I mean, I won't see most of them anymore. He added, smiling at her generous passing. The radio had exploded the screaming sounds of Soundgarden, noticing SJ nearly shit himself. A smile, continued by a small laugh gave way, and he lended a hand to help him up. The laughs and taunts of Devon could be heard behind the radio. One baggy was stash in the car's glove compartment, some found in Devon's pants pocket, but none on SJ. Deek walked by him turning him to face away from the camp, along with Devon, to make it private. You didn't bring anything, and yet you knew we would be here for a week? Jimmy, I volunteer you to buy us each a new baggy for the week as punishment... Well, and we'd run out by tomorrow without more. His position moved and turned toward Devon, to hear what he had to say, and then added, Oh, and you can go when he goes. to Devon. Devon was closer than anyone to protest the driving comment, but stopped himself from sounding like the douchebag. In fact he kept quiet all up to when SJ fell over and nearly died. Before anyone did anything, he was already to the scene, laughing. Calm down, it's just music. It only hurts you a little, not like that. Before he was helped up, Devon slightly turned the radio down, hearing how loud it had been. To him, if it didn't need to be loud, it won't. He didn't have that opinion for his music though. As they began to observe how much marijuana they actually had, he lost it, acting as if he was dead. Before meeting with Deek and SJ, he walk out a little, falling on his knees, and yelled, pretending to cry. Soon after, he was next to SJ with an arm around his shoulder, listening to Deek. He quickly added to the speech. No, we'd run out by tonight, and I say he goes out now, and buys it. He removed his arm, waving at SJ. See you in a few hours, Jimmy. Wish I could say... What? I don't want to go. That'll be hours of hanging around Jimmy in a car. In the end, he went along with it, and had secretly decided to drive the way back, though Deek hated the thought. With the car unloaded, the alcohol lying under a try, protected by shade. He stayed quiet, trying to relax in the back seat. ------ ------ SJ had grabbed the stereo from in side the car, hooking it up to play. Throughout all the conversations, he had finally gotten it to work, but he hadn't expected it to be blasting that loud, and jumped back, tripping onto his back. With surprise and shock, he might have looked traumatized, and it showed. When Deek and Devon began to laugh, Devon always adding something. Though he stood above him, it was Deek who eventually helped him up, patting the dirt from off his pants and back. I didn't think it would be that loud. He tried to make an excuse, but it seemed to be useless. It was another mark for him as they found he hadn't brought any weed. Though they had some, it was barely enough, and would be out soon. He'd thought, since they'd run out anyway, that he would leave in the middle of the week, but now it seemed it was bumped to today. He had the money, but he didn't want to leave. Why can't we wait until tomarrow, or later? Well, fine, I'll do it, and if he's coming, he's driving back. He negotiated, though it was a losing negotiation. He'd lost a while ago, when he brought nothing. As everything had been ready, before leaving he turned to Deek. Wait... What are you going to be doing? You get the beer and the weed? With no answer, he jumped in through the driver's door window, and peeked out. You suck. Love ya, bye. He, hit the gas, speeding off, wanting to hurry to get back. ------ As the two took off, Deek ignoring any questions, he headed to where Nora sat, lighting a joint. After a few hits, he sat next to her. With a smile, he said only a few words. What do you want to do? He sat the joint down next to him, lifting his beer to relies he had been drinking it the entire time, and it was close to empty. He decided that he would wait a few minutes before grabbing the vodka.