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[b][color=669900]Mentions |  [/color][/b][color=ff4500]AJ [@TootsiePop][/color], [color=ffff1e]Emilia [@NeoAJ][/color], [color=F08080]Yessi [@Hoekage][/color][/color][/sub]
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Despite the young man’s remark about his day being ‘shitty’ Hugo maintained his positive attitude and optimistic smile. Everyone has a story to tell, one of pain, one of pleasure, one of hope and one of travesty, it held both the merit and meaning of everyone’s existence after all. Considering the state of the group around him, it seemed they had a rough time of it, what choices that lead them to this point, Hugo himself did not know, but if there’s one thing that he’s learned throughout his life is this...
[h3][i]‘[b]Bad[/b] choices, make [b]Good[/b] stories’[/i][/h3]
At the mention of food and drink from the young man though, Hugo’s stomach realized how empty it was as it made it a low growl. Even though he had plenty of food, mostly in the form of oats, jerky, and preserved fruits, the rasta had been travelling in the hot Nevada desert for nearly two days now, basking in the cold of the night sky as he dreamed. Unable to deny such an offer, he put his guitar down, made his way over, and clapped the man’s arm, [color=669900]“Merci beaucoup, mon ami,”[/color] nodding his head rather vigorously he repeated, [color=669900]“Merci!”[/color] As the young gentleman left he started rifling through the cooler, taking note of the ice cold water in it, and just as quickly as he spotted it, he went right for it. Grabbing it from the container, lone mostly melted ice cubes sliding down the side of the bottle he proceeded to open and chug it. Some men may have passionately caressed a woman, some may have listened to the greatest of symphonies, but right now, in this moment, nothing was more pleasurable to this simple man than the cold liquid running down his throat. Pure bliss and a great relief to his hot, tired and aching body, it was like silk caressing the very soul of his being.

About two-thirds of the way through he stopped, sighed in relief, then proceeded to dump the rest of the bottles contents onto his hair and face, careful to remove his hat first. It was a cold and refreshing relief as the water washed away the sweat and sand that had been gradually covering his face for the last two days. Letting the water run down, some getting on his clothing, some falling to the dirt below, he returned back to his duffel, producing a towel to dry and wipe his face. Sighing in relief he turned back to the group as he acquired a granola bar from his bag, [color=669900]“Merci again, mes amies, I’m glad to be in the presence of such good and welcoming companions as yourselves.”[/color] Plopping once again on his bag, a bite of the bar in his mouth, and without missing a beat, he continued to strum his guitar to the music. He closed his eyes, feeling the strings beneath his fingers, their melodious beat in near synchronization to the music playing from the radio

[color=ffff1e]"HI KIM!"[/color]

Somewhat startled, but unfazed, he noticed a new one had joined the group, a rather pretty blonde who looked rather...out of place. His eyes curiously fixated on her, she seemed to be the one person in the group who wasn’t downtrodden, instead she seemed to be the exact opposite with her loud voice and boisterous announcements. Though he couldn’t remember, these sensations the young woman exuded were somewhat familiar… [color=669900][i]“Ah-hah!”[/i][/color] He remembered from his journal, this young lady was clearly high! Whatever it was, he wasn’t too sure, but clearly this group had a use for drugs, again something he remembered he regularly dealt with.

[color=ffff1e]"I'm so lucky you're all here! It's so great to, like, just be here and not thinking about that fucking asshole Brandon![/color] She had even turned to Hugo’s attention, a big grin on her face, [color=ffff1e]“Even you! Man, Brandon would flip if I took a selfie hanging off you, wouldn't he? Damn straight he would, the fucker."[/color]

Hugo couldn’t help but laugh, [color=669900]“Nothing wrong with spreading the love, Mi Amor! I would gladly accept your embrace!”[/color] Maybe he had been wrong about this group, maybe they weren’t such a downtrodden group after all, [color=669900]“You seem to know how to, as they say, party it up and ‘get lit’.”[/color] Laughing, he suddenly recalled his own form of stress relief and began rifling through his bag, grabbing a big ol’ bag of the green stuff. Setting the baggie down he looked for his other tools for the herbal relief. He did his research though, even wrote it down, 1 oz of the devil’s lettuce was allowed to be carried in the state of Nevada, though if one were to look deeper they’d find more; after all this was just part of his business. With deft hands he ground up the product, lined it in a paper and rolled it, and with a swift flick of his tongue to seal it. What was left in his hands, was a rather sizable [url=https://i.imgur.com/KeGMP6w.jpg]joint[/url], that he rather happily lit and took a long hit from. Allowing the smoke to fill and encase his lungs for several seconds, before he exhaled.

Like the sweet nectar it was, he took his time enjoying the sensation travelling down every nerve and vein in his body. As though he were like a pad of melting butter, a singular grape, its skin peeled to expose the flesh, a loaf of bread, freshly baked, squeezed and allowed to relax back to its natural shape; Hugo was in bliss. Sighing he took another long hit of the joint, a long burn to relax his body and mind as he let the negative smoke exit his body. Silently he stared up at the stars, [color=669900]“Ahhh~ such a beautiful night…”[/color] His gaze was locked with the glistening stars, a small smile on his face [color=669900]“Quel temps pour vivre” (What a time to be alive)[/color] It took a couple of minutes, but he realized he was being rather rude, there were guests among him, some of them were more than likely to partake if they were nomads themselves. Looking around the group, a wide grin on his face, he simply asked, [color=669900]“Would anyone else like a hit?”[/color] he held the smoking joint out, vying from side to side with no response. No? Unusual but, maybe it was just best to pass it around from person to person. Looking to the young, tan woman to his right he offered her the lit product, [color=669900]“Perhaps you would partake, Mi Amor?”[/color] His smile, inoffensive and full of joy at his current ‘high peak’, held the joint up towards her in offering.
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