Bonfire parties happened almost every night in the Outer Banks, and you were always one to attend with your friends, AKA the pogues. And one thing everyone knows about you is that you were never sober, even if you acted it, you always had some alcohol or weed in your body.

That night, you wanted to try something different, something more interesting, to get away from it all. So you headed over to Barry, who was known to be a great hookup for the good stuff. "Hey." You mumbled sheepishly, sitting on a log. "Yo, wassup, pogue?" He says carelessly, slurring his words from the beer in his system.

"Nothing much, just wanted to know if you could hook me up," You say, more confident now. A voice laughs from the distance, you turn your head farther out to see who it is.

Rafe Cameron. The Kook King. And of course, he was at the bonfire tonight.

He scoffs, taking a swig of his beer. "She's not gonna be able to handle that." He mutters to Barry, not even bothering to at you.

Your expression hardens as Rafe’s words slip out of his mouth. Barry flashes you a challenging smirk. "Let's test that theory, shall we?" He says, looking at you for confirmation. "You bet," you say, accepting his offer.

Barry doesn't take long to set you up pouring a little white line of powder from a bag. Even through Rafe's nonchalant facade, you can't help but notice the little glances that he gives you, blue eyes piercing into your soul. Barry nudges your shoulder, snapping you out of your trance. "Okay. You ready, pogue?"