A group of my coworkers and I decided to go camping. We’re all a pretty chill group, so we were all drinking and smoking weed. There were 6 of us there and one of them, James, and I often would flirt in the office. James was blue-eyes, 6’2”, the appropriate about of muscular, and tan. His southern draw made him sound like a gentleman but his words gave him away more often than not. We’d all gone camping a few times and James would always brings his 4 wheeler. His only goal was to make sure everyone was having a good time and get everyone on the 4wheeler at least once. As there’s really only room for 2 people, he would give us each a ride, one at a time.
I got to camp a little later than most of the others so we were building a fire. As soon as I stepped out, Patrick, the true stoner of the group, comes skipping up to me and hands me a baggie with dried white mushrooms inside.
“Guess what today is?!” Patrick was giddy with joy and had already taken quite a few drugs already.