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"Sure thing, babe!" Zoey cheerfully said to the Asian girl - before some mousy chick practically intercepted the bottle, took a sip, and then handed the bottle to the original recipetent. "Ooooookay?"

But, in turn, Zoey was handed a bowl - and it was full of weed! So she couldn't complain. "Sweet! My night's jus-"

But, before she could dig in, Claire had snatched it away from Zoey, and shook her head. "It ain't even the quality pot..." She trailed off, before she shrugged, and pulled out a dutch from her pocket. She began to unravel it a bit, and take out some of the tobacco and replace it with the cannabis. As she lit the joint, she said, "But, I'll take whatever."

"I like how you can tell quality from a look, Claire!" Zoey playfully said.

Claire snorted, before she looked at Tuyen, "I'd be careful downing that so quickly... take sips, or you'll end up like mosshead back there." Claire threw a thumb behind herself. "I don't think you wanna end up being a funny story." She lowly chuckled.

Though, mostly everyone was just sitting here, staring at each other. That was boring... there wasn't anyone in sight to stop them from having fun. "Hey, how about we all stop sitting 'round here staring at each other?" She shrugged. "Talk about something - tell a ghost story, yeah. Even if it's lame... I just think it's weird we're just sitting around a camp fire."

At this point, Britney tore off from the campfire, looking at her phone. Which was weird because, last time she checked, phones don't work this far - phones hardly worked in Farmer Hill. Claire would had given it a bit of thought, if the effects of the cannabis wasn't seeping into her mind.


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"Whoa, there, Mosshead," Justin said with a cocky smirk as he helped carry the drunk, green-haired, person (Justin had no idea what their gender was, nor was he gonna figure it out) to the infirmary. "Next time, don't drink half a bottle in a few seconds."

Well, how did Justin end up going to Camp Horror movie? Well, he was mostly roped into it by Britney and Claire (in two separate instances). Mainly Britney, who said that she was going, and that it'd be fun. Justin isn't having any fun. As he had carried the tiny little [i]person[/i] over his shoulder, he used the other hand to pull out his phone. No connection. God damn it. Like, seriously, did she ever watch a horror movie before? This was how horror movies start. Everyone goes to some shitty camp in the middle of nowhere, and then Jason-fucking-Voorhees will rise from the fucking lake and fucks everyone with a machete.

No amount of Muai-Thai would save him from [i]that[/i] clusterfuck. 

And on top of [i]that[/i], he had to carry some drunk [s]thing[/s] person to the infirmary. Not out of any real obligation other than helping them. Justin could of done it alone, but he had two other people insist on helping him. Namely being some kid with a British accent, and a shaved head. But, he had like a good four inches on Justin, and somehow [i]he[/i] was the one that was exhausted. Justin couldn't help but laugh a little bit at his exhaustion comment. Not really in a "laughing with you" kind of way.

"Don't worry, pal! That's what I'm here for." Justin jovially said. Eventually, they made their way to the infirmary, and were standing at the doors. Justin gestured towards David, and said, "I got her... mind gettin' the door?"


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Britney's irritation grew as not only alcohol was added to the mix, but marijuana.

Claire, and her lapdog Zoey were really something. Britney couldn't help but shake her head, and roll her eyes. And they wonder where their problems start. It was from acting so idiotically irresponsible to pass around alcohol like that - she was almost tempted to report them. But, there was something else on her mind. Her phone vibrated, and she pulled it out... and dreaded the person whom sent her the text message.

She moved faster than ever before, and darted off somewhere secluded. Where she wouldn't be noticed.