Circa: 1973

It was the summer of 73', and you were staying by the coast with your grandparents. One warm evening, you were cycling down the backroads near the fields when you saw an orange hippie van pulled up on the side of the road. There's one boy smoking whilst leaning up against the van, and there were another three inside the vehicle. It was strange, but the boy smoking was kind of.. calling to you? Where's the harm in a summer fling?