Date: December 8th, 2018 Time: 6:05pm Location: Outside of the motel closest the gala Closed: @helenadraper
After getting to the motel safely, Grayson let Alana go to attend to her fashion needs, or whatever girls did before this sort of thing, and passed out on top of the covers of his own bed next-door. As a third-shift guy, the sunlight meant bedtime, and the drive has exhausted Gray. Hours later, he was waking up, and in need of a good smoke.
Usually, he’d light up inside, avoiding the chilly weather, but in the motel, that was forbidden. Instead, he took it outside. Grayson was a stoner, if nothing else, and he had pre-rolled a few emergency joints to carry in a small baggie for later if the need arose. For now, he breathed out, pleased and punch, before catching sight of a familiar blonde head. “You’re goin’ to this thing, too?” He called to Helena, surprise lifting his voice as he beckoned for her to join him. In case Helena needed more motivation, he slid out an expertly wrapped joint for her, a welcoming smile on his face. “I think we’re going to need this.”
















