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Location: Campgrounds
Interacting With: AJ - Hugo - Yessi

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[color=olive]”We will absolutely take you up on that, the Bellagio it is”[/color] Sami knew that it meant far more sense for him to try and break bread and build some semblance of a bridge with AJ. The RV in hindsight was a terrible idea and he wasn’t really sure what if anything was going through his mind at the time. Really the whole thing was a spit in the face of daddy dearest. Maybe a night in Sin City and a nice windfall would help Sami make up for his mistake. Some cold hard cash won at a poker table might help him buy a better mode of transportation for the Misfits. The journey would not end here. 

A furry looking dude suddenly turned up at their campfire and Sami gave him the once over. AJ was right, the guy looked like he had been walking for days. He pretty much looked like Sami felt most days. [color=olive]”Welcome hermano, make yourself comfortable and help yourself to the snacks and booze littered around”[/color] Samuel was never one to be unwelcoming. Part of the unwritten creed of the misfits was that everyone was welcome and everything was permitted.

Pulling up a pue next to Yessi, he took the joint from her fingers, [color=olive]”Thanks, mami”[/color] Drugs were never really Sami’s thing. He didn’t like the idea of anything really affecting his mood but what did it matter now? After that last visit to the doctor he didn’t really care anymore. As he breathed in and the chemical party began in his already foggy brain, his mind wandered somewhat, his dark eyes becoming lost in the flickering flames of the campfire before him.

Fire was the element most likely associated to Sam. The fever and the rage that had defined the Cubano for most of his life came from a fire within him, a little Latino heat. That’s what everyone had convinced themselves. The idea that his temper was from another cause had never really crossed anyone’s mind. Taking another drag from the joint before passing it along again, Sami exhaled the smoke as if he was dragon, discharging the flames within in order to cool down his very soul. He reached down into a nearby cooler and pulled out a beer. It was ice cold and a perfect accompaniment to the smoke. Caution was definitely being thrown to the wind tonight. It was their last summer after all. Maybe it was the weed, maybe it was the booze or maybe it was the subtle  winds of change blowing through their makeshift camp but Sami was feeling open, more open than he would normally feel comfortable with.

[color=olive]”So, who wants to hear a story?”[/color][/center]