Harvestfest, why are you four days? || OPEN
Location: Pioneer Square Time: nov 17, early afternoon @shiverstarters
So far, Harvestfest had been great. Pot-brownies, making people eat pot-brownies, getting Hutch drunk, getting people stoned. Pretty much everything Raine had ever dreamt off.
Or at least, something they had secretly hoped would one day happen, since their days as a stoner kid behind the high school had come to an end. And they had completely enjoyed the whole fest for once in their life............... second time in their life. But all of that was now, well, been made a little difficult.
The worst part of their weekend was avoiding Mar and avoiding the splitting headache getting out of control. They were finding it more and more difficult to just numb the pain with weed. They had stopped drinking alcohol by day two, but not cut back on the weed.
Suffice to say, they fucking hated baseball bats.
“Hey, you got an asperin or something on hand?” they asked a random someone who was standing near Milo’s baking stall.