Always Approach Sketchy Vans on the Beach

The new moon was absolutely Live's favorite time of the month, hands down, no questions asked because the new moon meant there was almost zero light. Literally. Besides the stars, there was no shinning orb in the sky. That meant everything was at its darkest which was how Live liked things best.

She hadn't really had a plan for this new moon. Usually she performed some ritual but tonight she had not been prepared. She had actually forgotten about it until she was already out of her dorm and without her proper ritual tools. She had been too lazy to go back for her stuff so instead decided to take a long walk on the beach.

It sounds really lame but it kind of had a purpose. The connection of the ocean to the moon was something Live had yet to witness for herself and though many people probably wouldn't guess it, Live was all about experincing new things. She wanted to understand as much as she could about life on earth, even though she hated it with every fiber of her being.

Although she had to admit, tonight wasn't too bad. The stars looked incredible shining off the water and she was rather glad she had brought her sketch book along. She planned to walk for an hour or so and take everything in and then sit to draw for a bit.

That was until she saw a van. Yeah...a van parked on the beach. She looked around to see if this was a trend but it seemed to be the only vehicle in sight. She approached cautiously, looking for any sign of life.

"Hello?" Her melancholy tone called out as she peered into one of the windows. Maybe she should have been more concerned about waking some crazy vampire or something but Live was fairly confidant in her ability to fight off whatever was in there or get away if fighting was not possible.

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Live had noticed a sort of weed smell but she was shocked when she realized that she had not noticed that source of that smell was this van! She could hear music and then someone call out...god?

What? Had someone just called her god?!

Live felt slightly blessed but she also knew that this was definitely not correct. No one in their right mind would call her that...but someone in a high mind might.

She reached for the van door and flung it open. There sat, in a cloud of ridiculous smoke, the craziest thing she had ever seen in her life.

A bleach blond, and I mean, she was probably gonna call this kids Printer Paper Head. No...no that was not a decent name for him. Not in the least. Because that was just the beginning of what took her by surprise.

His attire was that of someone in their bedroom. And he was in a van. ON A BEACH. Her mind was basically screaming at her at this point. She looked around as if extremely confused and sure someone had to watching. One thought was flashing in her mind...

This had to be a fucking stoner trap.

Yet, somehow it wasn't. Because she was on Manta Carlos Island. A freaking magical island where she was 18 and legal to smoke pot. It was wild. And it was amazing. Her 18th birthday was the only birthday she had really ever looked forward to and big reason was Thanksgiving. She really hated the holidays.. but they were over now and she was moving on.

But, being legal meant that there would be nothing wrong with her getting in this van and smoking with this guy. After all, she had brought her sketchbooks and weed along for the night anyways. There was a spot she had found a few months back that was really nice just but the beach a bit. But she had forgotten how cold it was getting out. She had bundled up well but the warmth emanating from the van was so nice that without a second thought she pulled herself into the van, onto the spot that seemed the most convenient for the guy already occupying the space, and closed the door.

She looked at him with her empty gray eyes, her dark features, like the thick nearly black hair untangling itself from her hat and scarf . Her skin was extremely pale next to the dark bundled up cloth around her neck. Her eyes ere heavy like she didn't sleep well or didn't sleep often, or both.

She now really could see the guys face and boy,

Boy, oh boy.. She thought. This guy looked like he slept less than me. And she slept very, very little. It was hard to be calm at a time when your element was at its peak.

"You look like you live a lot." She was very blunt in her speech. Probably cause she smoked a lot of them.

Bad joke... Live thought,, all the while retaining a 'I really don't care about this situation' sort of expression.

Live did not appreciate being called a dweeb but whatever. It would all be fine in a minute. She had another blunt her in bag.

"I'm Live." She offered up, taking her bag off her back. She started rummaging through it. "My parents didn't teach me things like knocking." The words sounded loaded but she found what she was looking for in her bag and pulled out a small box.

Her eyes locked with the man again, "I've got a blunt if you want to smoke again. I screwed up your hot box but at least I can return to you what was lost."

She just stared at him. Live's posture was straight and she showed no signs of threats. She didn't really look very physically imposing. In fact, if anything she might have looked kind of sick. Deprived of something...

She reached out and snatched the blunt back after letting him hit it a few times. "Technically, all I owe you is the smoke of this blunt in your van so don't push it." She took a strong inhale, holding her breath for a few seconds before releasing. She breathed in and out a few times before taking another hit and then passing it back. "But I'm not that much of an ass so we can just do puff puff pass."

She didn't know how stoner code worked on the island but she figured she would just express her expectations.

Live just blinked as he blew smoke into her face. She really didn't care. People use to do that to her all the time when she smoked with them. She didn't really know exactly why it seemed to be a trend but whatever. It wasn't the worst thing in the world. She smelled like weed all the time anyways and she inhaled the stuff willingly. Besides getting his breath all over her face...

She leaned in closer, her face hovering about two feet or so from his. "I wanted to watch the ocean and smoke a blunt. But then I found you and this seemed more interesting."

She took her blunt back after he got his two hits and pulled the smoke into her mouth. She held it there for a second and then pushed it out of her mouth and inhaled through her nose. Peaceful.....