Scott McCall & Open
Scott grinned over at Ned and nodded. "I'm not, like, a master party planner or anything, but I thought a bonfire could be pretty cool." He was glad people seemed to be liking it and having a good time.
He set his drink down and grabbed a marshmallow of his own, holding his out over the fire. "I'm glad we were at least kidnapped to somewhere with a beach," he quipped. San Francisco wasn't that far off from Beacon Hills, which made adjusting a little easier for him.