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[color=darkgray]"Woah, hey, this isn't where I parked my car."[/color][sub][sub][sub][hr][/sub][/sub][/sub][/center][right][indent][indent][color=#598865][b][code]The Campfire[/code][/b][/color] [color=dimgray]│[/color][@Surtr Inc][/indent][/indent][/right][center][sup][hr][/sup][/center]

As the group continued talking, the hum of an engine came into earshot.

It had started off as a relatively normal evening for Dexter, all things considered. A cherry read Mazda drove lackadaisically along the dirt road and pulled up next to the other vehicles at 8:30PM on the dot. Dexter had fought with the foldable chair to get it out of his admittedly small trunk, walked over to the group, a set out said chair.

[color=gold]"Woah, hey, this isn't where I parked my car."[/color] he said, imitating a typical stoner's voice and prompting a few smiles around the fire.

He was a well liked guy- and Claire and Britney had both invited him. He was familiar with most of the group here, and their antics were worth the show. He looked down at his watch again- 8:45, and as night began taking hold his lingering thoughts were on Callie and the fact that he was sitting next to Hagan. He hasn't felt legitimately threatened by the guy in a long time, because everyone knows you don't beat on a kid like him. It's kind of a rule. He'd been bullied mercilessly like everyone else by the guy right up until the day of his family's accidents, but then he'd been out of school for six weeks, and when he'd re-appeared out of nowhere, his peers had kept their distance. In a way, it was the worst and best thing to happen to him- because after those accidents he was finally given space to [b]be[/b] himself. Now the worst he gets is Hagan shoving him into things and insulting him in ways that he'd gotten used to back in pre-K. He's 18. It's not like one of ten frequently repeated adjectives are really gonna bring him down.

He cast his eyes up at the sky once more and felt a small chill go through him. Just more Montana weather, he had mused. He passed on the alcohol that was being passed around in favor of his own. He pulled a hip flask that he had brought for himself. It was typical silver, but with a black leather sleeve over the steel's body to attract less attention. It was filled with combination of Rum and vanilla coke, and it was [i]good[/i]. He wasn't a big fan of being drunk, but he could appreciate a good buzz. Three shots per can- and it filled his flask nicely. His mom helped him out when it came to getting his own drinks- they had a good relationship like that, and it wasn't like he had ever done anything to make her distrust him. It was Montana for goodness' sake!

When the marijuana started to get passed around, Britney took off. Dexter understood that, he would have to as well. Not because he necessarily disliked weed as much as it would destroy his mother if she found out he touched the stuff- not to mention the ramifications from a potential FAA random drug test. Aviation is fun, he swears it.

But be that as it, he didn't like his friend taking off alone. Bad things happen to people at night alone- especially near wilderness areas like this one.

[color=gold]"Hey, Hagan, try this."[/color] Dexter said, nonchalantly depositing his flask in the man's lap knowing full well Hagan would [i]probably[/i] drink the whole thing in his absence just to be, well, himself. No huge loss. Dexter could hold his alcohol but he would still have to drive so no at the end of the day harm no foul. He stood up from his seat and walked past Claire and Zoey. He patted Claire on the back as he passed her and said, [color=gold]"Be right back."[/color] and continued on in the direction Britney had gone.

He walked for a minute or so, but stopped once he reached his car. Still no Brit. He pulled out his phone to shoot her a text and frowned. No servic- ONE BAR. Hell yes, Verizon.

His watch beeped and his eyes were drawn to the small illuminated numbers that denoted the time at the top of his phone. 8:50PM. He sent her a message, and hoped beyond hope that it would deliver.

[center][quote][b]To:[/b] [color=wheat]Brit[/color]
[code]I'm by the cars- where are you, are you okay?[/code]
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