Blake leaned up against the fence they were all waiting at, contenting himself to wait on the end of it that didn’t consist of the “trouble a mile away” club. His dad’s policy really backfired this time around. There was nothing to do! Conversation seemed to be stretched thin and he hadn’t brought anything to kill time with. Most kids his age had smart phones by now, but their household could only afford one at the time cell phone upgrades came up. At the time, Blake thought he wouldn’t need one and let it go to Albert. Now though, he deeply regretted that decision at times like these. He didn’t even have a music player he could use instead, he lost it last month cleaning out his room.

When he heard Mick speak up (and subsequently repeat himself?) it was like a godsend. [color=yellow]”I’m pretty sure it’s just picking up garbage…”[/color] Blake idly scratched the back of his head, [color=yellow]”I hope we’re not out here too long. Having to pick up trash [i]all[/i] night’s gonna be a major pain.”[/color] Going at this all night was probably a stretch considering it was still only a Thursday, but he was willing to bet Om would stretch it out as long as he could.

Speak of the devil! Just as Blake started over for Richard to back him up, Om quickly cut his way in. He was quite relieved by the authority he carried here, actually. Blake was willing to stick up for the little man no matter the odds, but even he didn’t like trying to break up a whole gang of people. With everyone in line now, Blake raised his hand and asked, [color=yellow]“We’re only picking up trash here, right? Shouldn’t we have brought, like, tools or something for that?”[/color]