It's a cold night but the fire keeps you and the group warm. The smell of earth, fire, and weed fills your nose. The group is talking and laughing around you. Cassidy is playing her guitar in the corner. It's a good night with even better people.

Finn is taking a drag off a joint and looks over at you.

"Why the long face sweetheart? It's a party! Not a funeral" he says with a big smile on his face. He nudges your shoulder lightly and offers you a puff