Woodstock 2!!!!

Boon. So kind of on fire.

Yeah, they have this tank thing (called a bong or bowl) with a tube that they take hits out of. You can also put it in brownies and such.

though she might be smoking a blunt, which is a pot CIGAR

I feel bad about how much I know about this subject, but I swear I am NOT a stoner

http://www.inteloquent.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/712px-Spliff_Joint_Twig_Dooby_Jay_2.jpg
Is that what you meant by pot stick?

yes! yes it was!

ahhh okay. lol.

that's a blunt, btw

Pavo and I are the resident Mary Jane experts, then?

Me<<< slightly ashamed of myself

Yeah, that's what I was thinking a blunt/ joint. But not really a STICK.

I wouldn't call MYSELF an expert, but I think I know too much lol.

Gah, I'm not really an expert, of course, but I do know too much

Haha, my dad's a narc and with the people who go to my school and how I was brought up, you just know these things.
I'm not a stoner though.

hmmm so anyway...

Greta: I skipped around, singing to random people. But then Adam found me, and put a hand on my shoulder.

"Please stop, Greta. You're embarassing."

"What's embarrassing is you!" I giggled. "You look all stiff, here..."

He looked upset when I loosened his tie. Why he had worn a suit, I don't know.

Should I have Eric go to where the hippies are?

Who's Eric?

Jackson's older veteran brother.

If you want. Greta will talk to anybody. xD

Lol, good point, although he's basically the opposite of her.

Eric: "What the fuck?" I mutter as I approach the field. Where the greatest hunting spot in all the known world once stood, a hippie colony has taken over. I rub my eyes a few times. I have to be dreaming!

Then it'll be interesting!

Greta: "Fuck, fuck may be a magical word, depending on what your mood is. My mood is yellow, therefore...fuck is yellow." I did not realize how dirty that sounded, as I spun away from the guy, then spun back, in a circle.

Eric: Damn it, I've been spotted by the enemy! I make a show of adjusting my gun and start trying to navegate the crowd. "Fick isn't a color," I mutter.

Greta: "Everything is a color, if you just BELIEVE!" I said wistfully, following him, though I was lost in my strumming.

Eric: "If I believe you'll go away, will you?" I mutter. Damn, at this rate it'll take me a whole day just to get through /to/ the woods.

Greta: "Only destiny can say."

Eric: "Ok then. I am believing that you'll leave..." I turn around and frown. "Damn, you're still there." Being around all these people is starting to make me anxious. I probably should've gone the other way, but it's too late now.

Greta: "Damn, damn is red in this case." I twirled, then kept following him.