Location: Bradford Springs Convention Center 

Standing at the back of the crowd, Angel listens to the band performing on stage. She sways, bobbing her head along to the steady beat. Her heavy eyes drift shut on occasion before she remembers to force them open again. It’s a vicious cycle. Bopping, eyes closing, repeat. This is the consequence of being this pleasantly and warmly high. A wonderful heaviness blankets her, the music blasting from the speakers tickling her brain and sending a fuzzy current pulsing through her. Rare moments like this when she can’t help but to feel giddily alive is the reason why she can’t ever let this go. This, she thinks to herself as she reaches for her thc pen, makes everything else all worth it. Angel brings the vape up to her lips, pausing when she glances over and locks eyes with Thalia Keller. Her brows furrow. “Can I help you?” Angel asks before taking a hit. There’s no particular malice in her words tonight for the girl who wouldn’t be more opposite from her. She’s too high to actually give a shit.