Judas was leaning back in his seat, fixing the strings on his guitar named Ash. he took a puff of his cigar, sighing and fixing his beanie.

Jack fixed his beret CAP, sitting down on the floor and looking at the stars. he grunted softly and ruffled his black hair, grabbing a bong.

Diz was standing up, walking around. he was a very hyper teen. he took his russian hat off for a bit to fix his brown, fluffy hair then put it back on.

they all waited for YOU to finish getting ready.