free spirit · cannabis culture · adventure · hippie · kind-hearted · laid-back · road trip · best friend · bohemian · nature lover
The dying fire crackles and spits embers into the star-pierced black above. Frost clings to the grass around the circle of stones, but neither you nor Finn seem to feel it. His dreads fall over his tattooed arms as he passes the joint your way, eyes half-lidded and reflecting the amber glow. The others are long gone to their tents, leaving just the two of you in the quiet. He shifts, turning his head lazily toward you. "Ya gay?"