#blbcneverland

Perhaps coming was a bad idea, or maybe he just wasn’t in the mood to socialise with a large group of people. Strange, really--he was always willing to strike up a conversation. But tonight, as dusk approached and dew began to set on the grass, Reuben escaped to the forestry to leave it all. With his back against a tree trunk, Reuben delved into his pocket to pull out the blunt he had stashed inside before leaving his cabin.

“I didn’t know the marshmallows were yours!” Rohan’s knees were bloodied and bruised from where he had fallen--TWICE--in a bid to escape the fellow camper. “I swear!”

“I don’t like camping,” Eun-Jae whined as he slumped down onto a bench, looking positively miserable. He’d been so excited for the weekend -- mostly because it would give him a distraction from having to go back to school -- but he was already finding himself wanting to go home. “My bed is small and I have to share a bathroom with a million other people and I wasn’t allowed to bring my dog and I tried to buy water and they wouldn’t accept credit cards.” A small huff escaped his lips. “All my clothes smell bad from the campfire and people were offering me food on sticks, it’s weird.”

“I don’t plan on leaving this chair.” Sutton said, as she relaxed on the huge lounge chair that she had brought. “I plan on acting as if this is a beach vacation. It’s kind of hard with all the excessive yelling.” She glared towards the individuals that were at the lake doing various activities. “...And the constant reminder of bugs, but don’t expect me to get into the water with you.”

“See, I can be a normal person too. Sure, my assistant tricked me into coming here but what’s giving up a few luxuries and good air conditioning for charity, am I right? Plus mother loves any good that we can attach our names too. Speaking of, do you know where I can drop a donation? I’d like to get that out of the way before I get too settled.”

"I wasn’t even a girl scout, I killed it on this tent,” Reina spoke proudly as she stood with her hands on her hips, “it has two rooms, I might as well just move out of my apartment and be one with the wild. Well — now that I’m done, do you wanna go on the slip n’ slide with me? I think if I do a running head start I can make it all the way to the lake.” 

Sometime throughout the night, Max had lost count of how many beers she’d had. It wasn’t that she was wasted, but she’d managed to keep herself comfortably tipsy all day just like she’d wanted. With that combined with the absurd amount of joints she brought, Max was sure she’d never had so much fun. Honestly, she wasn’t super excited about the whole thing. She was excited about the camping part, but not about the part where she had to be with a ton of other people. But it was easy to make friends when alcohol was involved.

“Do you like yours burnt? I like mine a lil crispy,” Adelaide looked over at the person next to her as she stuck a marshmallow on the end of a skew, the smile being wiped off her face when it lit on fire. “Shit! Not that burnt.”