#event: bonfire bash.

[max-cortez]

location — the bonfire bash of 2023.

character — @malloryhuitson

The raging fire that many surrounded wasn't the only chance he had of getting burned. He'd spotted the blonde the crowd a few minutes earlier and against his better judgement, he opted to approach. "You lost? Those big buildings you like are that way," he pointed out with a lifted beer bottle and tipsy grin. It was most certainly the beer running through his veins that had him braving the storm, but he wasn't nearly gone enough to tame the pounding of his heart. Had someone talked her into coming? It didn't matter. Even if the thought of one of those watchful goons having convinced her to come struck a nerve of jealousy within. "And here I thought the only thing you owned were heels."

[atlaswilliams]

location — the bonfire bash of 2023.

character — @sagefranklin

Since running into Asher at the bar, he'd yet to see Sage for longer than a few minutes at a time, always with Maggie in tow. He wasn't angry at her for spilling her dirty laundry onto him, or that Asher had pieced it together and hadn't taken an issue in calling him out for it, but he figured the safest bet was to at least make sure they were all on the same messy page. "Knock, knock," he hummed at the edge of the woman's campsite, the partially open tent showing that she was at least alone this time. "She knows," he started, hands shoved in the front of his pockets to keep himself from fumbling. "I'm guessing you told her? She already knew that you'd told me, by the way. Guess the gigs up. Everyone knows I'm the best friend. You okay with that, or you need a beer to cope?"

[khalilhassan]

location — the bonfire bash of 2023.

character — @daxtonxgupta

"Hey," he called quietly, trying to capture the attention of the male closest to him. While he'd gone camping years ago with one of the families he'd stayed with, he'd never quite gotten the hang of making a quality s'mores. "Everyone keeps burning their marshmallows... is that how you're supposed to do it? I've never been much of a camper, but I can tell you that I've never scorched my marshmallow like everyone else is."

[verdadurmaz]

location — the bonfire bash of 2023.

character — @emelinecormier

It was Emmy's flannel that she'd tied around her waist before walking out the front door and saying goodbye to her humble abode. She could count on one hand how many times she'd been camping, but no fingers would remain up when counting how many times she'd enjoyed it. Nature was pretty, but she recalled all too well how the last bonfire had gone. Was it guilt bubbling up in her chest once more, or was it the realization that every moment had led to this? "Seems like everyone is excited." Her gaze bounced between Emmy putting up their tent and so many others who were doing the same. "I can... help? Or I could stand and watch. I'm fine with either," she half teased with a small grin. The baker tugged at the arms of the flannel, tightening it around her waist in an attempt at keeping her hands busy.

[parkerlcwis]

location — the bonfire bash of 2023.

character — @phoebeyates

"Don't tell anyone, but I put a reese's cup and a hershey bar in my s'mores." It was a sugar rush her father had taught her as a kid. He'd made a joke about not telling her mother, but the woman had always beamed a smile in their direction as the two of them made a mess with all the melted chocolate in between. "It's the best and only way to enjoy one if you ask me. And I don't believe in burning the marshmallow to a crisp. I know, I'm just full of unpopular opinions tonight. You want me to make you one? I promise, you won't regret it."

[bennett-miller]

location: the bonfire bash

character: @providencepeakstarters​​​​

In the moment, not making a purchase on a bottle of liquor had seemed like the financially sound move to make. However, now that there wasn’t alcohol readily available for the taking, he wished that he’d bought at least one bottle for the remainder of the night. He watched as people danced around the fire with their cups, but jumping into the mix didn’t seem like something forty year old him could do. “Excuse me,” he hummed, stopping someone as they walked by with a full cup. “Is there somewhere around here to get alcohol? You know, safely? I see everyone with cups and I just figured there was a place or a person I could ask. I should have brought my own, but I guess I wasn’t really thinking.”

[parkerlcwis]

location — the bonfire bash of 2023.

character — @emersonhart

It had been a couple of weeks now and no owner had turned up for their feline friend, which meant that she still had a companion bouncing around her cabin. It was all thanks to her mother that she even felt comfortable enough to leave him alone for the night, even as self-sufficient as he seemed, it seemed neglectful to leave him all by himself. "So," she hummed, more to herself as she neared the redhead she'd come to know as Emerson. A gentle shoulder tap was offered and when she turned to face her, Parker beamed a wide smile. "In case you were wondering, no one has claimed him yet, but he's doing well. I just thought you would want to know."

[atlaswilliams]

location — the bonfire bash of 2023.

character — @zeynepxturkmen

"If you're comin' over to bust my balls, save your breath. Good vibes only tonight and I didn't make the rules," he teased before a pull from his beer. He'd packed a single six pack for the night, along with a pint of whiskey, but he wasn't sure that the latter would be touched. After all, he was looking to set a record for this being the first bonfire he didn't whip out his six string around the campfire. He'd leave it to someone with far more talent than him. "You want a beer? I've got a whopping five left, but I'll share if you play nice."